Rainy Days

I sit here hanging on to the last few hours of the morning, sipping coffee in my comfy sweats, my legs curled under me and the television gently humming out the sing song rhythm of a children’s show.  I have put most of my children on the bus with no chaos, no arguments over clothing or meals, a victory as far as I’m concerned. Perhaps it is attributed to the rain pouncing down, leaving the windows a dark shade of grey. When I reluctantly stepped foot out of bed this morning, each child was safely nestled in their blankets, eyes tightly closed, absorbed in the sleep where dreams come through.

The last little girl of mine is now playing contently with the sound of plastic clattering as she sorts through her toys. I feel content, a gift from the rain I suppose.  I am in total serenity when I watch the water beading up on the windows, what looks like several hundred at a time.  The drops slide down the glass making the outside world look like a distorted image from a painting I might have seen before.  The branches on the trees are mostly bare with a few soggy leaves hanging on before they surrender to winter and collect in piles on the ground. Its on days like this I wonder what it must be like living in a place where the clouds cover the sun and the forecast almost always calls for rain.  Perhaps it will lose its effect, but for today, for right now, I am appreciative for the rain.

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3 thoughts on “Rainy Days

  1. What fun to find our great rainy-day minds on the same track. My own three puddle-stompers now have (mostly grown) children of their own, and I am grateful for every day of their lives — as well as for the rain! And I’m happy to have discovered your good site.

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