Continuing on with the Blog Like Crazy Series where I decided to post every day in November in gratitude…. today I am grateful for rain.
The Gent works in the golf business so it means he is at work, a lot. He works Saturdays and Sundays and all holidays except Christmas. His only day off is Tuesday during the week. Two years ago when we had the big snow and he was off for about a week, it was like we were on vacation!
Mondays he sleeps in late until about 5:30AM because Monday is the day for his Sam’s run where he goes to purchase snacks and drinks for the golf course concession. And today it rained. It poured. The Gent went ahead and made his Sam’s run and took everything down to the course. Then he called me about 10:30AM and told me he was on his way back home, that the course was unplayable today.
With The Gent’s work schedule and my work schedule, we only get to see each other a few hours a day. So when he gets the chance to come home early it makes me a very happy girl.
I didn’t always love the rain. Certainly as a child I didn’t like the rain because that meant I couldn’t go outside to play. Back then I didn’t like being cooped up inside a stuffy old small trailer with nothing to do and nothing on our three channels.
But as an adult, I absolutely love the rain, especially when it is a cool, slow, steady rain. To me, it means Fall is right around the corner and is about to be ushered in. Fall is my most favorite season of all anyway.
Sometimes the rain means that The Gent takes the day off and is home. Most of the time the rain brings me joy because it means staying inside, wrapped up in a blanket with a good hot cup of coffee. I may read a book or catch a movie on television. It’s almost like the rain is giving me permission to relax and enjoy a guilt-free day of lounging around the house.
Of course I don’t mind getting out in the rain either. In fact, I was out in it today. I dawned my comfy clothes, rain boots, and headed out for a couple of meetings I had lined up today. Both meetings were writing related so I really didn’t mind getting out to cultivate my passion.
Maybe it is the feeling of dashing from the car, trying to dodge rain drops, splashing in puddles, and then getting inside to a warm dry place where people are gathered together that is comforting to me?
Personally, I think it still comes back to it being September and Fall being right around the corner.
It’s just romantic to be out and about in the rain. When The Gent and I were on our honeymoon, one of the stops we made on our cruise was to Pompeii. It was the only stop where it decided to pour down rain. We were drenched but we did have an umbrella with us that our cruise shape gave us. The kind of umbrella where only one person can barely fit under it? But we shared it anyway and it was so romantic to be in such close proximity to my new husband; bodies touching and keeping each other warm all cuddled up under the small umbrella. We were certainly cheek to cheek, feeling his breath on my neck giving me goose bumps.