Before you think that I am going to talk only about the weather, as some people do who have no other topics to talk about or think that this is actually a polite conversation (and surely it is in a way, without any prejudice) I have to warn you that it is not... I mean, it is and it is not just a weather talk. The main character in this little story is rain, so I fit the description of people talking about the weather. Although, the rain brought me feelings not only of nostalgia but also of peace and freshness.
The rain was already missing, especially after all the dust from the Sahara that reigned over our horizon for the past few days. The wind also cooled down that hot air and the real refreshment came now, when I went outside and listened to the patter of the rain. It was soft, and more like a murmur of a lover... And the scent when the raindrops touch the dry earth is fantastic, ecstatic. Can you place yourself now {in your imagination} in the middle of a gentle drizzle?
It definitely brings back memories.
First of all, about my childhood, my youth, all those days when we loved or disliked rain. The struggles of walking through a muddy street while going to school or the cold feeling of having wet feet. The joy of running in the rain and feeling the raindrops on our faces. A flood getting slowly to the house because of the heavy rain and seeing the whole garden and lower parts of your home flooded. The soothing sound of the rain which helps you calm down when you are in pain, and the thought that in such a setup you could imagine and peacefully accept the end of your earthly existence.
We are still here with the memories... the fear of driving through flooded streets. The excitement that a storm brings and you can't even hear the voice of a person standing by you from the loud patter of the rain. Finding a shelter under someone's gate in the summer storm. Seeing the fields and crops drinking the water - what a joy and life! Walking on wet pavements in cities and seeing their shine. Well, that is also a memory, from Krakow, as these two photos show.
If I continue with the memories I would also mention last summer's hail storm and the fascinating power of nature to transform water into shapes like the ones I hold in my hand. I mentioned that storm here and there I have a similar photo as this one. The hailstones looked like beautiful gems.
This love-hate connection we have with the rain is so typical for us, humans. Sometimes we will adore it and other times be so annoyed with it - and it is just water travelling from a cloud to the earth. Though, it is true that it can bring both life and damage. Such a phenomenon is rain. We can use an umbrella in some normal circumstances to protect ourselves a bit, but today I just prefer to stand under the smooth rain and recall some moments from the past.
Not sure in which community a post about memories that rain brought would go, so I will publish it just on my blog.
If you want, tell me in one sentence what memories/feelings a rainy moment brings back to you.
