I walked home with groceries through a downpour. I wore a shirt and jeans, so it didn’t take long to become soaked. My hair was weighted down with raindrops and lifted slightly by the wind. The bottom of my largest pair of jeans soaked up water running down the sidewalks. I relished the chance to spend time in the rain. There’s nothing quite as refreshing as a summer rainstorm.
I’m sitting now listening to great rolls of thunder and waiting for some food to cook. I’m drying slowly, letting my hair release droplets that trail down my bare back. I’m also playing some music, a few demos from The Squarewaves, and drinking some mint tea. I’ve found myself appreciating simple pleasures such as these more often this week. They can be a distraction, as it’s hard to resist a great tea, a blissful song, a sweet rain, or exchanged soaked smiles, but these things are what gives life value through each day.
I’m sitting now listening to great rolls of thunder and waiting for some food to cook. I’m drying slowly, letting my hair release droplets that trail down my bare back. I’m also playing some music, a few demos from The Squarewaves, and drinking some mint tea. I’ve found myself appreciating simple pleasures such as these more often this week. They can be a distraction, as it’s hard to resist a great tea, a blissful song, a sweet rain, or exchanged soaked smiles, but these things are what gives life value through each day.
I’m listening to some Sage Francis now, so I decided to go take a look at his website to see what’s new in his journeys. There I came across a journal entry titled “RIP Turtle.” I’ve read it with the thunder still loud in my ears, which feels appropriate. In the entry he detailed the dilema of what to do with a dying turtle just crushed by his car wheel. One more reason I’m glad not to have one of those bulky things? You bet. Check Sage Francis out if you’re after intelligent hip-hop, by the way; his stuff’s solid.
Thunder remains here and I’m going to walk in it, to feel its shudder and be washed again.
5 comments on “Downpour & Simple Pleasures”
“Thunder remains here and I’m going to walk in it, to feel its shudder and be washed again.”
I adore this sentence and all it represents. Appreciating things in this way is the true secret of life.
YOu know if there’s one thing I really miss, climate wise, about Ontario its thunder + lightning storms. We just dont get them out here in Van.
I think I like the balance we have here in NS. Other than winter, we seem to have weather change often enough to not become too sick of any one type.
Thunderstorms are so refreshing. Everything looks so clean and fresh afterwards. I love them personally, sitting outside in the rain watching the show so to speak. I’ve never understood how people can be so terrified of something that’s so natural. Ah well.
<3 Sarah
Thunderstorms are beautiful, so it is odd to me that some people fear them.