Today is a rainy day; it’s also a Monday, the first Monday I’ve had off work since October. The calendar reads April, and the temperatures are in the 70s… even with the rain. Today is the kind of day that calls for curling up with a cat while reading books, cooking homemade soup, or taking a short hike. The rain is not torrential… just the perfect kind for splashing in puddles or sliding in mud puddles. I used to do that a lot as a kid. And as a teenager… not so much as an adult. Perhaps what they say about rain is true: “Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet…”I love walking in the rain. Rain is such a blessing. The water falling from the sky. Creating growth, creating beauty and yes, even at times creating destruction… Have you ever slowed down enough to see the beauty that the rain creates all around? From the drops on the window, to the drips off a plant. Or the sound of rain in the silence of the evening? Maybe the beauty is from the drips hitting a puddle, in the way it ripples across the puddle, [or lake, or ocean…]
Urban hiking is what I call strolling around the city. Looking at the sights. Or not. Watching the people scurry about their day. I had packed my rain jacket with me, but even if I had not, it would not have mattered. It was a slow, steady rain on a warm day. It felt… refreshing. I watched as people ran to and from their cars, shaking off like wet cats as they darted into Starbucks. The same Starbucks that is currently serving as my temporary office. How many people will see the colors that come out when it rains. The colors that the rain creates… that the sky creates. The lighting, soft and at times… mysterious.
Usually there is a lot of rain in the spring and spring is a time for renewal, for rejuvenation: physically, spiritually and mentally. There are so many new things on the horizon, so many books to read, so many adventures to have, so many plans waiting to unfold. In more ways than one, spring has sprung. Bring on the rainy days.