Ode to Rain

One of my favorite feelings is waking up in the night to the sound of rain. There is just something so delicious feeling about being nice and cozy in your bed while listening to the soothing sound of rain falling. For some reason rainy days make me feel like not only is it okay to be completely lazy but almost expected of me. It got me to thinking though about why I love rainstorms so much.

Growing up in the desert of Southern Nevada, rain was a rare commodity. We did occasionally have thunderstorms where the power would go out. My favorite was when this happened in the evenings and we would have to get out the kerosene lamp. I remember at the first hint of rain hoping for a power outage. And joy of joy when it actually did!!! Running with such excitement for the lighting of the lamp. These occurrences happened less and less as I got older, finally dying out completely. Modern technology conquering the elements, I suppose. I think that's where my love of rain began. With nothing to do but watch the storm and wait for lightening to illuminate the sky for that brief instant of time. Listening to the thunder roll, as a small child it all seemed almost magical. Beyond human understanding or control. Even the smell was divine. Rain falling on parched desert sand is such a clean smell. The mind can't help but turn to diety and the mysteries of life.