as it has for the past several days and, if truth be told, off and on during the entire summer.
I have heard much complaining and lamenting about the rain but I am not one of those lamenters.
Lamenters, for those who are shaking their head and saying that Gina is making up words again, is a real word.
I love the sound of the rain.
The song it sings, the music it makes, the symphony it employs, the instruments of nature it brings into its midst; wind, leaves rustling, grass shuddering, thunder bellowing. There are few things more magnificent than the first drops that fall only to be followed shortly by a cacophony of sound that only God can make.
And soon, it will be Autumn and the leaves will be, much in part due to the gratuitous rain, brilliant.
Anyone who lives in the mountains where seasons meld one into another knows that a rainy summer brings on an awe-inspired, much-anticipated, brilliant beyond imagination, much sought after, Autumn.
I shiver in anticipation of October.
Tit for tat.
It can’t all be perfect. Can’t all be just exactly what everyone wants for everyone wants something different.
My dreams are different from a hundred others’. Their dreams are different from mine.
But with patience, they all come to fruition.
Patience is the key. That and faith, which makes the patience less daunting.
James Taylor sang “I’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never end’.
I feel like that sometimes.
Feel that if there isn’t rain, or a storm or some wind and some lightning that I will simply wither away into nothingness and everything I ever hoped to accomplish will be in vain.
I need the rain.
I need the thunder.
I need the storm.
Without it, I am insignificant. And I don’t want to be insignificant.
Embrace the rain. Stand in it and let it saturate you to the skin. Revel in the wonder and magnificence of water falling from the skies.
It is beautiful if you let it be.
So let it be.
Play in the rain.
And be joyful.
without rain, an impossibility
A Photographer's Heart 