The great and amorous sky curved over the earth,
and lay upon her as a pure lover.
The rain, the humid flux descending from heaven
for both man and animal, for both thick and strong,
germinated the wheat, swelled the furrows
with fecund mud and brought forth the buds in the orchards.
~Aeschylus, The Danaides, c 500 B.C.
Rain! Each drop is a small, but powerful, miracle descending from above, and when it falls, it comes down on a mission of salvation through time, space, and distance. When it first hits the ground after a prolonged dry spell like the one we’d been having, the sound of it fills my ears with joyful delight. As I listen to the falling rain it seems to create a kind of music which is not unlike the dulcet chords a beloved’s voice gives rise to. What’s more its haunting melodies often spark the remembrance of a vague “water” memory, perhaps a nebulous recollection of my wet beginning that lingers somewhere in memory’s oldest and deepest recesses. So it is that for as long as I can remember I’ve been drawn to rain’s mystique, and it never fails to put a smile on my face and thanksgiving in my heart. It has been said that nature, like man, sometimes weeps for gladness, and when the smell of wet soil and damp grass greet my nose, I have also been known to “weep for gladness.” Not only that but on the heels of the smiling, gratitude, and weeping, I’m oftimes overcome with the irresistible urge I felt in childhood to jump and dance with wanton joy in the sloshy puddles beneath my feet.
He(God) draws up the drops of water, which distill as rain to the streams. Job 36: 27 ✝
**These are rain dotted flowers already blooming in my gardens.
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Oh I love the rain. The sound, sight and scent of it gives my heart a little jump with delight. 🙂 It is so badly needed here and every chance they show diminishes by the next day.
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Same here, V. I do so hope and pray that you get some of it very soon. Love, N 🙂 ❤
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well, it is now weeping outside my window, big time—but a good weeping and not flooding! 🙂
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Oh, I hope it remains just a good weeping and not a flooding. That’s what it’s been here too. However, the ground is so saturated now that we have little lakes all around the yard so it looks like it was more than weeping. Love, N 🙂 ❤
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The euphoric effect swimming or floating in water has on me has made me wonder also about that “vague “water” memory, perhaps a nebulous recollection of my wet beginning that lingers somewhere in memory’s oldest and deepest recesses.” I miss being weightless in that element, but summer is on the way!
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Good observation JoAnna! 😊❤️
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This is beautiful…. I love rain..I’m a pure pluviophile… 🙂
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Oh me too Mani! I just am so sad when it’s gone for too long. ☔️❤️
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So beautiful Natalie. Hope are doing well
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Thanks. I’m hanging in there! 😊❤️
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Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever been quoted before! Thanks missy ❣ 😘
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Loved this post‼️ Thanks again for the honor of being quoted❣😘❌⭕️❌⭕️
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