Pluviophile

 Such a beautiful word. The love of rain. That is what it means. Genuine love for rain, however, I dislike driving in this weather, I have an insatiable craving to write in the rain. Just much like wanting to go to Seattle. I want to watch the rain fall as I finish my book in a coffee shop. Just like I am now, sitting at my coffee nook and contemplating the rest of my chapters in my head. It is a downpour, but the grass looks greener suddenly, and the smell of washing away the dust and settling the garden. The slow drips on the roof are almost meditative and remind me of my subliminal where calm raindrops seem to ease a situation or elevate a specific request. Even though my mind is preparing for another night shift, something keeps me coming back to talk to you. To find out things about me through you and ever grateful that you get to read my life and days with me. Lightning fills the sky, followed by a big roar of thunder. I remember my grandmother when she taught us about the lightning and the thunder. She said that if the lightning hits, not long after the thunder will follow. She was such a wise woman. She always used to tell us about the clouds in the sky and when it would rain or if it would snow. She loved the rain, she said it was God's way of watering the garden and bringing water to our ecosystem. What a pure of heart woman. Always thinking of the next person or the next animal. I hope to believe that I have followed in her footsteps. Her cooking skills, and cleaning that she would do so early in the morning, I don't think I can get up so early but she taught me what I know. I miss her more so now that the rain is falling, as though she is shining on me, or watering my garden with God. I long for her conversation, just sitting and talking about when she was a girl or the things she used to do. And somehow, both of us found a love for rain. The love of music, and dancing. The love of people and teaching. She was a great teacher. A genuine heart and a breath of fresh air for me. I wanted to believe I was her favorite, but somehow she always corrected me when I asked and said you are all my favorites. She gave her life, to raise ours. I miss her scones! To all your pluviophile's out there, enjoy the rain when it comes. For us we are in it for the morning. Early morning tea, and the rain. What else? Love G xxx