Where am I?
It has been raining here for days (I think four consecutive
now) and I’m totally at a loss—I mean I haven’t seen this much rain, well,
since I lived in another country. And
speaking of other countries, it’s crazy how many memories this present rain is
bringing up for me, reminding me of all the places I’ve had a chance to visit or live. Yesterday, I walked outside and the streets
were wet and a light, chilly rain was falling, and more than that, you could smell it
in the air, and all I could think of was Europe. And I had to laugh because I remember
complaining of how it always felt like the sky was eternally spitting on me
when I lived in France, and now I laugh with sheer joy to feel such things. And then I think of springtime in Georgia…and
the daily afternoon rain shower in Florida and the wave of humidity that would
bounce back up from the streets afterward.
I think of college days and rushing to class between deluges wearing my
shiny red rain coat. I remember holding
my sleeping three year old, stuck to her rain poncho and me, under a tiny
umbrella at Disney World. I remember
dates with Husband Dear and our wedding…it’s as if so much emotion is wrapped
up and poured out through the sky and my heart. How can I be anything but thankful for it all?
