Come on let it rain
Let it rain down on me
Let the rain touch my hands
Let the rain set me free
Let it rain down on me
- Melissa Etheridge
I watched the sun come up on this morning-after-rain. Who could resist? I wanted to immerse myself (rain references are abundant this am!!) in the atmosphere of a fresh washed earth for the first time in months. I woke a few times in the night listening to the almost forgotten sound of falling water in the downspout off my bedroom. Droplets tapped against the windows, too, and the sound of the cold rain blowing in was a warm balm for my spirits. Such pleasure it was to lie there, that liquid sound making almost palpable and audible - the sigh of satisfaction of a just quenched land.
The longing for rain has become a physical ache here in the South. I am constantly noting huge oak trees dying of thirst after surviving hundreds of years of heat, freak ice storms and even civil strife. Many of the little churches have abandoned the usual pithy puns and corny sayings to post simply: "Pray for rain". The sight of these is frightening, a constant reminder of the depleted state of water resources. This small sip of liquid that fell overnight is the proverbial drop in the bucket, but it offers hope - and perhaps it will save a few trees.
The sky is bluer; the air cleaner; the smell of damp earth nothing short of heavenly. The wind has blown in the first "winter sky" with the kind of clouds that hold high drama and race from horizon to horizon. The horses stand far enough down the slope to take advantage of the wind break and the warmth of the sun; clever creatures. I heard their hoofbeats in the night, too, as they danced in a celebratory gallop for the rain. :-) I like to think that they were pleased - though it's likely they were startled; tickled by the long-forgotten feel of cold rain on warm hides, and running for cover!
The Pyrs are happy because it's finally dropped to a comfortable temperature for them. (They think anything above 50 is tropical torture.) Their coats are all grown out from the summer clip and they shine like silver as they race about - just like the clouds above them - playing in the wet grass.
And I am going to have one more sip of coffee and head out into a clean winter day to feed the horses and make the most of an exhilarating Sunday morning...
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