July 1, 2010 @ 6:54 am | Filed under: It's a Girl Thing,Uniquely Me
Rainy days have a certain kind of magic.
I’m quite certain of it, because when the rain starts to fall, these little things begin to happen inside of me. Little moments. Bursts of productivity, interrupted often with sentimental thoughts. Stopping and seeing the moment for what it really is.
Pausing and remembering what really was.
This went on throughout the afternoon and then came the really good…the hardest rain…and the most precious moments of my day.
I escaped the confines of the four walls, easing onto the highway with all the other rain-soaked commuters. I left in plenty of time to make it with ease to church, stopping first to run a couple of the briefest errands on the way.
At the first store the rain was just cascading in torrents and – wouldn’t you know it - the umbrella did the unruly umbrella thing and popped two spokes. Leaving me soaked and more than just a bit wind-blown in a parking lot full of distracted, hurried shoppers.
Finally inside, I remained stuck, banished by the rain to my quaint little spot, so I meandered the aisles and waited for my best chance for an exit. I fingered exquisite pieces of merchandise I would not ordinarily look at twice, and took the time to stop and purchase a warm cup of coffee.
Back in the car, premature darkness hovered, and the insistant pounding of the rain turned me back towards home…finally, home…where it continued to rain, dimming the house into a cozy place where I changed into dry, warmer clothes and then curled up on the sofa with a cup of tea.
Now that’s a sentence I never thought I’d type in the middle of summer in Texas!
I lit a candle , sipped tea, and lazily flipped through picture albums, and it hit me.
Rain or shine…I am content.
That is a very good feeling.
