In Defense of Rain

Thursday, May 16, 2013

When my sister and I were little, we used to go outside in our underwear and dance in the rain. After we were properly soaked, we ran inside and my mom had hot cocoa and the wood burning stove ready for us. We wrapped in one huge blanket and watched the millions of droplets hit the window, eventually meeting their demise.

There's something about the rain that clears the mind and awakens the senses. There's nothing to chase, nothing to do, and inside of my covers with the window open is exactly where I feel I need to be. Time seems to move in slow motion and everyone retreats back to their homes and their couches and their blankets and their families.

I think of all the reading lamps and candles set ablaze, illuminating all the words in all the books around the city. It's the same light leading the rest of us, through frizzed hair and fogged glasses, home.


  1. beautiful :) i've always found rain to be so magical. and i love that you danced in the rain in your underwear, that must be such a nice memory!

  2. Love this! I think it can be easy to forget these things and just get grumpy about the rain, but it's definitely nicer to just remember the kid in you & have a little fun!


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