The fact that the whole world around looks different is a wonder in itself: pine needles seem to swell, water-drops magnify the veins of leaves, mists drift across mountains, rocks reveal colors hidden by the dryness, drainage channels form.
#Raindrops falling on my head skin#
The heavy vertical rain just shy of hailing that batters the ground, and the sigh of the earth as a heavy storm moves on leaving the world dripping and relaxed create a virtual symphony. My neighbors must wonder what I am doing when I pretend to direct the orchestra! Gentle misty raindrops moisten the skin while more purposeful ones prick the skin. I’m still experiencing rain with glee, as long as it isn’t thundering (Suzy Safety Says!). What a sensory treat it is! The smells of green plants, wet wood, wet pines, even wet pavement are the first things I notice. Smells travel more readily in moist air. There’s a symphony of sounds as a shower approaches or moves on.
#Raindrops falling on my head how to#
Since then, I have often danced in the rain. I’ve danced with other folk from the West in a spontaneous celebration of rain at a national conference center for Girl Scouts. I’ve clung to the trunk of a natural spruce umbrella in colder rains near Lac La Biche in northern Alberta, and paddled my way across a rainy lake in the Boundary Waters, knowing that my sleeping bag was in a dry place. I’ve watched a wave of yard -high chocolate water fill up a desert arroyo within a minute and counted eagles from a misty boat on the Colorado River while the Mojave Desert sprang into bloom on shore. I learned how to stay comfortable in the rain. We tried to catch raindrops in our mouths to see if they had a taste. We watched leaf boats floating on the surface. It was the Fourth of July and we were celebrating the day with our community in Alabama. A summer storm unleashed a torrent of rain, and we began to slosh our way to the car. We were drenched within several minutes, but I realized I was having fun. Gone was a childhood fear of getting wet and being encased in boots and raincoat as I sought to keep dry and to avoid “catching my death of a cold”. Here I was…laughing with the kids as we waded through ankle high gutters of rushing warm water and jumped in the puddles on purpose.
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