Gene Hill once wrote that rain is probably the oldest sound to reach the porches of man's ears. I like the sentiment, and I like the visual image, and that's what I woke to this morning. Rain. It's been coming down steadily since before daylight.
Not the angry, thundering, lightning-strewn rain, but the grey sky, steady drenching rain that lasts all day. And, the weather maps tell me that it's likely to last all day. The ditches are running, and everything is drenched, and that's okay with me. The rain held off when I was doing my projects. For that I am grateful. I had some things scheduled for today, but they can easily be put on hold. Rain is God's way of telling me to take a break, and I'm okay with that too.
I've got some piddling I can do inside, and later today, after Milady gets off from work, we'll slip off to the auction, and maybe after that slip off to have some fun. But, in the meantime, there are piddling tasks I can take care of inside, and the sound of rain on a metal roof is always a good sound to reach the porches of my ears.
I think I"ll sit on the patio for a few minutes and watch it rain.
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From the time I was a little kid I've enjoyed the sound of rain. I'd build all manner of quick shelters to sit in and listen, learning what sheds water and what doesn't. When I got old enough to go camping I already knew how to stay dry. I still like setting up a shelter in the rain, build a small bright fire and listen while my coffee boils. The neighbor kids like me and their parents mostly do as well.
It's lookin' to rain all night here, too. My tomatoes and chilis are gonna love it. God is good to us, isn't He?
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