I love the rain. I love the way it feels on my skin and in my hair. The way the dampness freshens the air, the scent and sound of it hitting the pavement.
Rain is life-giving, makes all things new.
True to my Oregon roots, I balk at umbrellas and galoshes– instead welcoming drops on my sandaled feet. In Oregon when it rains, many parents outfit their kids in swimsuits, slickers, and rainboots, and send them outdoors to stomp in the puddles.
Rain is a rarity in our region of Montana, so when it falls I do the opposite of the locals and open the windows wide and rush outdoors to greet it.
It reminds me of home. I hope it’s rainy when we visit next month.
Here comes the rain again, falling on my head like a memory…