· The
following are my favorite images and impressions recalled by the thought of
rain—
following are my favorite images and impressions recalled by the thought of
rain—
· A
steady rain beating down on the leaves of a deciduous forest.
steady rain beating down on the leaves of a deciduous forest.
· Rain
pattering on the roof of my tent.
pattering on the roof of my tent.
· Hard
rain on a tin roof.
rain on a tin roof.
· Catching
raindrops with my tongue.
raindrops with my tongue.
· The
tiny craters made by rain on a smooth, sandy beach.
tiny craters made by rain on a smooth, sandy beach.
· That
brief, fleeting moment when I must turn on the car’s wipers or else miss seeing
a hazard in the road ahead.
brief, fleeting moment when I must turn on the car’s wipers or else miss seeing
a hazard in the road ahead.
· That
first drop of cold rain as it dashes against my bald head and runs thrillingly
down behind my ear.
first drop of cold rain as it dashes against my bald head and runs thrillingly
down behind my ear.
· Rain
on my eyelashes.
on my eyelashes.
· Rushing
to bring the clothes in off the line before they get soaked.
to bring the clothes in off the line before they get soaked.
· The
indescribable thrill of that first clap of thunder.
indescribable thrill of that first clap of thunder.
· The
smell of the air after a gully-washer.
smell of the air after a gully-washer.
· Sliding
under the bedcovers with the window shade fully up and lightning flashing
outside.
under the bedcovers with the window shade fully up and lightning flashing
outside.
· The
way the world looks so freshly scrubbed after a thunderstorm.
way the world looks so freshly scrubbed after a thunderstorm.
· Carefree
lovers kissing in the rain at night.
lovers kissing in the rain at night.
· Cats
running for shelter.
running for shelter.
· Dogs
shaking off the water.
shaking off the water.
· Me
cleaning up the mess my dog has made in shaking off the water.
cleaning up the mess my dog has made in shaking off the water.
· The
sound of water dripping off the eaves after the storm has passed.
sound of water dripping off the eaves after the storm has passed.
· The
first rays of sunlight piercing the clouds after the storm.
first rays of sunlight piercing the clouds after the storm.
· Catching
raindrops in my mouth and complaining when they land in my eye.
raindrops in my mouth and complaining when they land in my eye.
· The
eager children who can’t wait to go outside into the freshly washed world.
eager children who can’t wait to go outside into the freshly washed world.
· Driving
from Winter Park to Empire on U.S. 40 with out-of-state friends and seeing a
double rainbow near Berthoud Pass.
from Winter Park to Empire on U.S. 40 with out-of-state friends and seeing a
double rainbow near Berthoud Pass.
· Standing
on our balcony with my beloved Laurin watching a thunderstorm roll in from the
west washing across Cheeseman Park.
on our balcony with my beloved Laurin watching a thunderstorm roll in from the
west washing across Cheeseman Park.
© 4 Apr 2016
About
the Author
the Author
I came to the
beautiful state of Colorado out of my native Kansas by way of Michigan, the
state where I married and had two
children while working as an engineer for the Ford Motor Company. I was married
to a wonderful woman for 26 happy years and suddenly realized that life was
passing me by. I figured that I should make a change, as our offspring were
basically on their own and I wasn’t getting any younger. Luckily, a very
attractive and personable man just happened to be crossing my path at that
time, so the change-over was both fortuitous and smooth.
beautiful state of Colorado out of my native Kansas by way of Michigan, the
state where I married and had two
children while working as an engineer for the Ford Motor Company. I was married
to a wonderful woman for 26 happy years and suddenly realized that life was
passing me by. I figured that I should make a change, as our offspring were
basically on their own and I wasn’t getting any younger. Luckily, a very
attractive and personable man just happened to be crossing my path at that
time, so the change-over was both fortuitous and smooth.
Soon after, I
retired and we moved to Denver, my husband’s home town. He passed away after 13
blissful years together in October of 2012. I am left to find a new path to
fulfillment. One possibility is through writing. Thank goodness, the SAGE
Creative Writing Group was there to light the way.
retired and we moved to Denver, my husband’s home town. He passed away after 13
blissful years together in October of 2012. I am left to find a new path to
fulfillment. One possibility is through writing. Thank goodness, the SAGE
Creative Writing Group was there to light the way.