Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth;
without rain, there would be no life.
~ John Updike
Rain, Glorious Rain
It’s the end of a gloriously rainy week and I’ve been out walking in the rain. I’ve been waiting for this—the lovely June rains have finally come, slowly seeping into the earth, splashing huge buckets of green all over my world. We’ve had a sublime week of on-and-off-again rain—what I call a perfect, nurturing rain—that beautiful, quenching, gentle kind of life-giving rain that soaks slowly and deeply into the receptive earth. At intervals, the sun came splashing through to highlight the beauty of it all.
The rain has a miraculous effect: it comes down colourless but saturates the landscape with intense colour as it washes over everything. I am reminded once again of nature’s infinite colour palette, countless shades of green, with pinks, lavenders and whites dabbed onto trees and shrubs as if painted by an unseen hand.
Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.
~ Roger Miller
I love these early summer walks in the rain. The world takes on a shimmering, luminescent, almost surreal quality. Glistening crystal tear-drops cling to every leaf tip and flower petal. Tree boughs on opposite sides of the walk, weighed down by a thousand silvery droplets, bend and bow as I walk beneath. They meet in the centre, forming a perfect arch—kissing above my head. It’s so romantic—they can only embrace like this in the rain. I walk exultant—there is so much beauty to take in.
And, oh, the fragrance of the air is intoxicating—the lingering scent of lilac overlaps with the sweet floral scents of wild rose and honeysuckle, the earthy smell of rich black soil, and the refreshing, clean scent of green. I simply can’t get enough and I find myself unconsciously breathing deeply, filling my lungs to capacity.
Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
~ Langston Hughes
I come in from the rain, euphoric. It’s been a rather late, dry spring here and I’ve been waiting for the June rains. Their arrival feels sweeter than ever.
All photographs by madlyinlovewithlife; © 2014 madlyinlovewithlife