i think about the rain sometimes...
I think about the rain sometimes….
how when it arrived in fullness at the beginning, we ran outside barefoot in the middle of the night to greet it. as the days rolled on, it became expected and almost a nuisance.
the river rose and churned along in an ugly brown color. we dodged various pots on the kitchen floor when the roof leaked at work. amber and I woke up to droplets plucking against our hardwood floor of the house in the middle of the night. mud caked onto boots and the thirsty ground become greener with each passing week.
I think about the rain sometimes…
how on the first day of summer, the thunder pounded in the distance for hours. but as soon as the sun crept through the clouds we hopped in the truck and went out to the woods. we shot guns like proper country folk…or at least we thought so…
I’ll never forget the pureness of our laughter on that day. and the most stunning sunset over the hills I’ve ever seen.
I think about the rain…
how in April, Shelby and I found a trail we had never seen before by the river and followed it as far as we could. we were absolutely drenched by the time we found the car.
a month or so later, I would be walking the same trail after receiving tragic news about a friend taking his own life……in the rain…wondering if God was matching my grief as a cried ugly tears by the river. digging my hands in the earth and ripping out flowers…begging God to tell my friend that he should’ve stayed.
I think about the rain sometimes…
how one day Wallace and I found ourselves laying flat on our backs in the mud as he unscrewed the oil tank valve under my car, attempting to explain the whole process over the sound of the rain smacking the hood. we wouldn’t have been doing such a chore in those circumstances if I didn’t have to drive to Dallas the next day. but like the solid brother that he is, he cheerfully did the task free of charge.
I think about the rain…
how the oxygen farm is the best place to watch a summer storm and an even better view of those vibrant post-storm rainbows.
how one time we drove to the ocean on a Saturday night. upon arrival, we threw off our clothes and ran into the waves in spontaneous delight. at around 5am I woke up to the sound of thunder. I climbed into the drivers seat as Shelby continued to sleep soundly in the back. I drove us out as a storm blew in over our sandy campsite. the sky was so alive. wind and lightning danced before me in every direction. but I wasn’t scared.
I think about the rain sometimes……
how when it’s not around, I miss it dearly…because it reminds me of home.”
