When you’ve had a drought, like we have had lately in Oklahoma, thunder and lightning are a welcome surprise. My first thoughts this night were how incredible rain must have felt to the people in the Dust Bowl decade plus. I can’t even imagine living through that time and, having learned about it, now appreciate the rain even more. Here’s a remnant of a Dust Bowl house I passed in the Oklahoma panhandle, a lonely reminder of those who walked away.
Tonight, every little drop is a delight and all the songs about rain keep running through my head. There’s one that my grandmother used to sing to me, although in the song she changed some of the words a little from the poem I found on the internet. She sang me songs that must have been old folk songs, passed down through families…
Two little clouds one summer’s day
Went flying through the sky.
They went so fast they bumped their heads,
And both began to cry.
Old Father Sun looked out and said,
“Oh, never mind my dears,
I’ll send my little fairy folk
To dry your falling tears.”
One fairy came in violet,
And one in indigo,
In blue, green, yellow, orange, red,–
They made a pretty row.
They wiped the cloud tears all away,
And then, from out the sky,
Upon a line the sunbeams made
They hung their gowns to dry.
There’s Rain, Rain, Go Away…my favorite version other than us singing it as kids is Peter, Paul & Mary blending their incredible voices. Raindrops keep falling on my head…but I’m snugly inside tonight, not running outside to stomp and splash through the puddles in the summer, coming home soaking wet, like we did as children. It’s nice to remember times when rain wasn’t just a nuisance, something to escape so you weren’t trapped in traffic, worrying about getting your shoes and clothes wet, trying to keep from catching your death, as they used to say. Remember the fun times when we walked through it and laughed about it, played in it, rejoiced at dripping our way into the house to get warm and dry. When do we get too old to stop and look up at the rain and let it hit our faces? Remember that thrill?
Anyway, tonight is blessed rain to help the farmers, nourish the trees and wash the dust off our winter lives. March showers bring spring dreams. When I wake up tomorrow morning, these flowers in the dark will have soaked up the rain and blossomed in all their glory. Magic Mother Nature.
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