There is nothing quite so satisfying for a college student as getting the paper finished, just right, proofread and printed — ready to hand in the next day. Pleased with self and ready to snuggle into bed for the night and sleep in the sweet peace of readiness. All is well as evening medications are downed, slumber time routines done, and tucked into the covers. Here in the darkness, listening to the rain pouring outside in the chilly evening just beyond the bedroom window, soothed by the quiet murmuring of rain splashing in puddles and gently sloshing against the glass.
There’s no rational explanation for why the rain brings on such a quiet excitement, except perhaps so many childhood memories wrapped up in the blanket of glorious rainy days. Living by the ocean will change anyone’s opinion of rain deeply, to either detest or delight.
Rain triggers the memories rushing back to the carefree, worry free days of childhood. Skipping along in the rain, splashing in puddles, emulating Gene Kelly while he danced and sang. Perhaps my childhood motto was “singing in the rain” since I loved the driving, pouring, pounding storms the best. There was nothing sweeter than strolling in the rain, arm in arm with mom! Sometimes, we would sing as we walked… precious memory.
Even so, ever so briefly my fascination with rainy days and nights was shaken, after a violent monsoon Labor Day thunderstorm storm sent a towering 80 foot Eucalyptus tree into our house a half-dozen years ago. But, over the trauma now, trusting the rain returned. Although briefly shaken, friendship with stormy weather is restored! Back to lacking reason to adore inclement weather. Why in the world is its allure so great?
It really is not logical! Lupus arthritis doesn’t like the rain. Neither does the accumulation of osteoarthritis that accompanies a history of several joint and spine traumas. So, on nights like this when the bed is comfy and warm, but body pains just will not permit sleep, it makes no sense to like the rain.
I curl up in the dark praying for those I love, some far away and some very near. Trying to make good use of this time to commune with the Lord, intercede for others, and redeem some good use while being frustratingly awake. I know He hears in the dark, and perhaps the sole reason sleep eludes is to pray for God’s help for another. This is reason enough to rest here all night in the dark without sleep.
But, still laying here in pain brought on by the barometric shift, it still seems wonderful, and the hours are occupied sleeplessly listening to rain, rain, and more rain.
Others all around earlier today grumbled as they darted from car to office. But this silly gal’s reaction? Loving it, senselessly, and determined to find joy in the gloriously pouring rain.
At last sounds of morning begin to stir in the neighborhood around the house, and out on the street early commuters start their cars and the noise of splashing traffic sends a signal to get up. Not the first or last slumber-less night, but at least there was a symphony of showers to not fall asleep to.
Goodnight! Its morning!