Rainy Day Musing
Rainy Day Musing
It started raining yesterday afternoon just before nightfall
set in. Soft drizzly rain began falling at
first, as I was putting out the corn for the eight deer that arrive each day
around sunset. I finished putting the
corn kernels out in the four or five spots where they gather to eat, play, and
listen for anything that might harm them.
I go back into the house for birdseed for the four feeders scattered
around the yard as the rain droplets fall in bigger size. My hair is now wet and the sweatshirt is damp
before I can finish my chores for the day.
The water droplets fall like they simply cannot think of
anything better to do. There is a laziness about them, as if they can barely be
bothered to conform to the will of gravity. When I hold my bare arms out, the water droplets
splatter on my outstretched arms and fingers, glistening them moist instead of being dry like while reading a book in front of the fireplace. They grow larger but soft, not like the mean
driving rain which came later in the night.
I tilt my fingers upwards and watch the remnants of the drops run
downwards like tiny rivers. If this is
the way rainy days are back in Georgia I’m getting used to it again; even the
sound on the metal roof is comforting. With
a half-smile I retreat into the house leaving a window open, this way I can
hear the steady drumming all the louder while I go back to turn age worn pages
of a long forgotten book.
This morning the rain fell harder reminding me I need to get
on the roof to clear the leaves from the gutters, one of which has overflowed with
the rain crashing down and filling up the gutters. The wind spinners in the yard turn at
different speeds as the breeze is not quite yet to be called wind. The red color on one blade and the yellow
color of the other mix in the light breeze before the “wind” picks up to meld
the colors into an orange hue when the sun shines. The many birds of several species have
gathered under the deck railings quickly flying up to the bird feeders and suet
feeders along the deck and back down to the shelter under the railings. There must be fifty birds, some puffed up to
stay warm in the cool rain this morning.
I can see several deer up on the hillside chasing each other
as I think the bucks are looking for a mate.
They have been active these last few days moving about the property and
down to the creek.
Rainy days are not always about feeling blue or working to
accomplish something, sometimes it’s just nice to kick back, put your feet up
and enjoy the liquid sunshine God has provided for us. The mountains, the wildlife, the sounds of
the wind and the rain are sort of therapy for me right now, much needed in this
busy world we live in. Enjoy the weekend
everyone.
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