Simply, an ode to precipitation. This little piece is just a whimsical letter to the friendly rains of spring and summer.
Dear Summertime Rain,
There is simply nothing like you. Your romantic sound as you hit our roof with tiny plops of freshness, multiplied by infinity. Your remarkable ability to make me want to light a thousand candles & just listen; wait; tuck in. As you saunter on, I don’t want your beauty to end. I pray for long, heavy rains that can drench me unless I’m safe inside with coffee & cozied in my low-lit living room. I adore your sister, the Sunlight. But you hold a certain secret I can’t seem to unlock… & that mystery is what I’m drawn to, what keeps me wanting more clouds filled with lofty drizzles.
You must love Seattle. You seem to spend much time in that city. I found my adoration for you there, Rain. The way you make every seemingly insufficient piece of foliage the richest green & open up the flora to their fullest. You somehow make every detail seem sharper, striking against soaking puffs of cloud veil in the sky.
Even warm, caffeinated beverages of the java variety taste better when you’re around.
When you whisp your way on to the next county, I admire the artistry & elegance you leave behind.
Rain Rain, you can stay. Come again any other day.