Raindrops...

Woke up this morning with wet streets. Funny, I remember how excited my parents would get about rain when I was young and I’d roll my eyes and shake my head…what’s the big deal…it’s just rain?

Now I understand…I pay the water bill…I know about drying lawns and shrubs…I understand about gardens and crops and eking a living from the soil. I understand that now and I appreciate it.

I could almost hear my roses singing when I walked out to be certain that the hydrating drops were actually falling…and there was a tiny tree frog clinging to my door frame…guess he was excited, too.

I appreciate the cleansing nature of rain…how it washes away the pollen that has been plaguing me for these dry weeks…giving me itchy eyes and fits of sneezing. Yes…a good rain settles the dust…makes things green…and makes the air smell so good. I love a good rain…now.

Of course, everything in balance…as Bertha would say…too much rain causes flooding and molding and root rot…and all manner of ills…not the least of which is my bad mood after days and days of grey, drippy skies.

Bertha also relates that balance to life…and I’m sure she’s right…a dry spell does make you more appreciative of a rainy day…while too much of a good thing leaves you feeling soggy and grumpy…

But for today…I’m not going to think that deeply…I’m going to enjoy this bit of rain…the forecast said it won’t last very long…so as the old southern saying goes…I’ll make hay while the sun shines…wait…somehow that’s backwards…I’ll have to get back to you with another saying…on another day…

Jane