Why I like spring the best
the rain.
Yes, believe it or not, it's all about the rain for me. Spring rain feels different, a cleansing, a calming newness that doesn't exist during any time other than the spring. Yesterday was delightful: sunny, clear, the grass is growing greener and the trees are starting to bloom. We enjoyed the (too) warm day and spent it running around doing errands and chasing after the Small One who is definitely feeling the terrible twos and trying threes. .
However, today was even more wonderful. Today, with it's overcast skies and heavy feeling of rain promising to fall eventually. The sky glowed a soft gray, the air damp with a slight chill as it blew through the trees and sent the old leaves of last fall away in "the blustery day" style.
I adore days like today. I like to feel the wind roar down the street as the trees toss their newly budded branches in protest. The breeze blows damp and cool across me and into my home, with its every window and door thrown open to welcome the new scents and fresh air in and escort the old winter out.
The trees blooming in my yard are pretty on a sunny day, and I enjoy them. But today, today, the colors of the purple tulip tree and the tiny white flowers on the unknown tree in my front yard glowed vibrantly in the gloomy daylight.
I sit by the open window, curled up in a chair with my book in my lap, loving every minute of it and hoping that the Small One will keep napping, just a little while longer. My daughter paces about, bemoaning the fact that the shorts she chose that morning are making her cold. I smile, pleased for myself that the weather is as it is, amused at my little pleasure that makes her so miserable.
I continue to read, inhaling the cool, clean air as it blows through the house and wonder when it will finally rain. Slowly, surely, my day becomes even better as the noise of tiny raindrops splattering on the buds of the trees and the sidewalk below come to my ears.
perfection.
Yes, believe it or not, it's all about the rain for me. Spring rain feels different, a cleansing, a calming newness that doesn't exist during any time other than the spring. Yesterday was delightful: sunny, clear, the grass is growing greener and the trees are starting to bloom. We enjoyed the (too) warm day and spent it running around doing errands and chasing after the Small One who is definitely feeling the terrible twos and trying threes. .
However, today was even more wonderful. Today, with it's overcast skies and heavy feeling of rain promising to fall eventually. The sky glowed a soft gray, the air damp with a slight chill as it blew through the trees and sent the old leaves of last fall away in "the blustery day" style.
I adore days like today. I like to feel the wind roar down the street as the trees toss their newly budded branches in protest. The breeze blows damp and cool across me and into my home, with its every window and door thrown open to welcome the new scents and fresh air in and escort the old winter out.
The trees blooming in my yard are pretty on a sunny day, and I enjoy them. But today, today, the colors of the purple tulip tree and the tiny white flowers on the unknown tree in my front yard glowed vibrantly in the gloomy daylight.
I sit by the open window, curled up in a chair with my book in my lap, loving every minute of it and hoping that the Small One will keep napping, just a little while longer. My daughter paces about, bemoaning the fact that the shorts she chose that morning are making her cold. I smile, pleased for myself that the weather is as it is, amused at my little pleasure that makes her so miserable.
I continue to read, inhaling the cool, clean air as it blows through the house and wonder when it will finally rain. Slowly, surely, my day becomes even better as the noise of tiny raindrops splattering on the buds of the trees and the sidewalk below come to my ears.
perfection.