It’s raining here in Charlotte, NC this morning - and that’s a good thing. It’s washing the pollen off the cars and keeping my allergies in check.
They say that in each life, a little rain must fall. I like to say, you can’t appreciate a good hair day until you’ve had a few bad ones.
**So, my question today is - How has a “little rain” helped you in your life? **
It could be literal rain - or it could be something that might seem negative that actually has had some positive effects on your life or has made you appreciate what you have now more.
And remember, this is a feel good thread. So Debby Downers need not respond!
We’ve gotten a little too much here lately, but with the bad has come plenty of good. Half of the time the weather is glorious.
We were supposed to get thunder showers yesterday (and at the end of it, we did), but most of the day was sunny and beautiful. I went out at around 1:00, and then again at around 2:30. The weather was awesome the whole time, but somewhere in there it looked like someone hosed down the stairs. No, wait, the sidewalk too. Oh, and the street.
I never noticed the sunshower. It was kind of cool watching it evaporate right before my eyes.
Raining here in IA too. Works just fine for me - the plants are lovin’ it. I don’t have everything planted that I want, but there’s still plenty of time. Plus I think its supposed to clear up in the afternoons - so plenty of sun later. Nothing like a nice rain to keep the green things happy!
Plus its helping keep my dog Skip (minpin) in the house, which is good since he hurt his little hoofer the other day. He’s such a monster that its practically impossible to get him to slow down to recover, but this helps a lot since he doesn’t like to get wet. Well, he doesn’t care about rain if we are camping, in a park, or anything exciting, but if its just his dog yard he won’t hang out in the rain. Just rest up little buddy.
awww - poor puppy! i love dogs so much. Not to have one as a pet - I’m not home enough. But I love to play with them!
One of the places I lived, the upstairs neighbor and my roommate were good friends, and he had a cockapoo named Maggie. She was an awesome dog - not too tiny - just a bundle of black fur. He worked later in the day, so often when we came home from work, my roommate would go up and get Maggie and take her for a walk and then let her hang out with us until her owner came home.
Maggie loved to play, but if I was sitting on the couch reading a book, she was just as content to hang out and lay beside me. It was such a great arrangement - and Maggie was spoiled rotten between the three of us.
Not sure if this really is fitting with the question, but a few years ago we had just put an addition on our house, a roofed, screened-in porch. It was finished in May and that August my wife went to the beach house with the kids for a few days, while I stayed home (that job is a bitch).
The first night they were gone, I got home and made some dinner, and the storm started. Holy cow, what a storm it was. I watched it rolling in while seeing the lightning and hearing the thunder in the distance. Then, for only the 2nd time since we had lived in that house, the power went out.
Great. Now what am I supposed to do the rest of the night?
So I went out to the porch and sat there in the dark, listening to the torrential rains hit the roof. It sounded… awesome. For the next two hours, I just sat in a comfy chair with a glass of wine, by myself, listening to the rain on the roof. It was so relaxing, almost hypnotic. As much as I missed my family, there was no way I would have been able to experience that zen-like evening if they had been there.
**corkboard **that is perfectly fitting - and sounds awesome!
Mmm - tdn - homemade ice cream? how fun!!
I remember as a kid standing outside and watching thunder and lightning storms. Sometimes it would scare me - but I had to watch anyway. Just fascinating.
Of course, I should confess right now that one of my favorite songs is “I Love A Rainy Night” by Eddie Rabbit.
Mmmm . . . homemade ice cream. That sounds like an awesome idea - I’ve got a craving for strawberry!
Nothing like watching a storm roll in. I have always been a little nervous about storms (and still am) but I still love watching them. My favorite part is the summer storm where the day is fairly hot, the storm rolls in and the temperature drops like 15 degrees almost instantly. Those are exciting!
I’ve always loved storms and that sounds like the greatest thing ever.
It reminds me of a time when I was housesitting for my mom, in her great big house where I didn’t know where anything was kept. Early in the evening a storm blew up and the power went out. I was in pitch blackness (except when the lightning flashed), alone with my two little kids, who were petrified. We sat on a couch all cuddled together in a room full of windows, talking and singing and listening to the rain for hours. It was wonderful.
We had some rain yesterday, and a little sleet today. We really need rain here; things are very dry at the moment. It’s not raining at the moment, so I should get out and go dig quickly before it starts again.
I love storms, too. They don’t usually scare me, but we had one last summer that was wicked - the lightning was almost non-stop, and the winds were just howling. It reached a point where I was feeling, “Yeah, I get it, you’re extremely powerful, Mother Nature - would you mind dialing it back a tad?” I love waking up to thunder rolling off in the distance, too.
My family owned a very very rustic hunter’s cabin in Maine when I was a kid. Just a one room shack that had an L-shaped addition wrapped around it - and a port-a-potty.
But I loved it up there - and I always hoped it would rain at least one night when we were able to stay. The sound of the rain on the roof and the drip drip of it on the huge fernsthat surrounded us was just magical. And the smell of fresh rain was just amazing.
If I had my druthers - I would leave quite peacefully in the woods of Maine - close enough to town to get groceries and supplies - an technical enough to be able to have internet - but deep enough that your tires crunch on the gravel when you get to my street.
Got a very slow Friday happening here, and I was thinking about being a kid in the rain, and I remembered this time my friends (we were around 12 I think) were over at my house during the summer and it was a sunshower. Across the street from my parent’s house was a soccer field, we ran through that field in the rain until we literally fell (into the mud of course) from exhaustion. Man, growing up sucks - I would love to be able to do that again! (and enjoy it the same way - it wouldn’t be as much fun now)
I hear you mh nothing would beat living in a cabin in the woods! Can I be your nearest neighbor? You know, the one that’s at least 2-3 miles away!
Only if you come over on a Friday or Saturday night and come hang with us around the fire pit, drinking beers and eating corn on the cob while someone goofs on their guitar.
Perfect!
That’s actually my dream - to have a place where my friends know to come around on a Friday or Saturday - the moon shining its light on the floating diving dock on the lake - the *thwack *of the screen door as it opens and close - the laughter of my friends - the crackle of the fire - the smell of corn on the cob and barbecued chicken. The feel of a just-warm-enough soft sweatshirt on sun-warmed skin. The way your hair feels after a day swimming in the lake.
And the lack of ringing telephones or highway traffic - just bullfrogs and crickets and an occasional loon call.
the family had a house in Canada which we sold in 74. We clled it variously Grandpas Folly or the Palace. It started out as a small shack and a place to park a car so we could keep spare sails and gear for the boat, and be able to run into town shopping. Then they decided they needed a dock, and the small shack turned into a 2 slip boathouse. Then they thought it might be nice to add a bathroom, to get a nice hot shower. It ended up a 3 slip boathouse with repair bay, and an upper storey with a full bath, and kitchen, and beds for 8 people around a large open room of about 10 meters by 10 meters with seating and dining area and stuff scattered around. There were picture windows on one full wall and 1 picture window on each of the side walls.
We used to watch storms out of the windows, and look at lightening - so I have always had a love of watching storms from inside. I had a house with a very sheltered screen porch, and I adored watching storms from in there.
