It’s been raining for three days in Milan. As usual, everyone’s fed up…
This seems to be the “normal” response to rain everywhere — for all but farmers with parched crops.
I, on the other hand, LOVE rain. Really. I’m even sad when it ends. And one of only two defects I see when I think of moving back to southern California is that it doesn’t rain enough there! (The other is the absence of a public health care system…)
Look out the window. If it’s raining or drizzly, notice the trees.
Greens become so much more saturated in the cloud-filtered light. The infinite shades of green are so much more clearly differentiated. Ah, and the colors of wet stones — who knew there were so many?
During a pause, when brilliant blue sky peeks through dark gray clouds with fluffy white piled above, a magical, glowing light illuminates the wet hills (or buildings in Milan’s case) in the distance… At those moments, my heart opens and aches at the beauty.
I know, I’m weird. I was virtually the only person who enjoyed the Dharamsala monsoon. As most friends escaped to drier places, I reveled in the daily rainfall, the wet stones, the luscious greens, the sky’s shades of gray, and the everchanging play of light. I even put up with the allergies I developed to mildew.
Dharamsala Market. Girls caught in monsoon rains. by Elizeu & Rommey on Picasa
Rainy days are pensive. (I used to say, “melancholy,” but I think I just liked the word.) They turn us inward into the rich, damp soil of our hearts and imaginations. They’re great days for artwork, for handwork… and for sitting by a fire if you’re lucky enough to have a fireplace. For now, I’ll just dream of that one.
It took me years to understand that most people don’t appreciate rain the way I do. And that some truly suffer on gray days. Once I realized, I wondered if maybe I should tone down my enjoyment — out of sympathy, compassion…
But what good would that do for anyone? My misery isn’t likely to lift their spirits. Quite the opposite!
My pleasure — if expressed sensitively — may even brighten someone else’s otherwise dreary mood. SO I’m sticking with my joy and hoping that a little bit of it rubs off on you.
Happy rainy day!