I’m caught in the cycle of May showers this week. Rain day in and day out. This brings to mind the “April showers bring May flowers” I was familiar with and liked the saying because it rhymed well. At least the plants and flowers outside will enjoy all this extra nourishment.
I enjoy hearing the pattering of rain and it’s even better if it is coming down very heavily. That way, the water completely soaks the outside of my windows but the visual of it is both chaotic and comforting. Almost like the world is getting bathed and cleansed.
Very rarely have I ever been drenched in a fierce storm. As a child, there was once I had been out at the market with my mother. All of a sudden it was getting gray and dark. It was very fast. There was thunder, which doesn’t seem like a big deal but I was scared of being outside whenever the sky was rumbling. I wasn’t religious much and didn’t really have a clear idea of higher beings existed, but at the time, the fact the sky could roar like that made me think it was an entity in itself who could strike down whoever was in its way. We sped walked home. There was a chunk of trees overhead on one street we passed. I was thankful for them so I didn’t have to see the dreary color of the sky. So focused on hurrying home, I barely said a word to my mother on the whole way there but in my heart, I was so terrified and thought I would die of fright right then and there. Later years later, I would misremember this incident as “a hurricane” when it was not. The mistake came from a news report I watched after the storm had dwindled off, which weather anchor had classified it as a storm that had potential to turn into a hurricane.
The other “misadventure by rain” incident was slightly comical. Back when I still had a dog, an average-sized sandy-colored Chihuahua, I had him leashed for a walk while my parents joined me. We had barely gotten a few blocks away when steady rain pounded down. My parents had made a run to the house once they were near enough, but I got stuck standing there as my pup was more interested in sniffing at a pole than obliging to the leash tugging. I think I was there for a solid 15 seconds, but being drenched from head-to-toe brought on the shivers. My mom came out with an umbrella and held it over me and my dog until my dog was ready to move on. Canines can be such willful animals, lol.
The rain has stopped. For now anyways. Just before, a Blue Jay bird was at my window. That is a rarity since I usually see the common sparrow. I ever know how to react but have had enough semi-practice around wild birds to grasp that they’re more skittish if I either move suddenly or if I make prolonged eye contact with them. That seems to be the case with most birds I have encountered. Except for pigeons, who pace back and forth around me incessantly with a gleam in their eyes that screams, “Gimme food!” One time I said to the pigeon (when no one is around), “Look, I don’t have anything. See?” as if he could understand me. Another time a white pigeon narrowly missed me as it flew up onto the rafters of a train station. I told him, “Can you never do that again?” Not sure if he got the message.
I’m ready for some sunshine but I guess the weather has other plans until it’s finished with them. It sucks that rain can make me less motivated to go anywhere. A reprieve to think about is it will pass. Eventually.
Featured Image by Le Petite Femme.