After a summer of hot, dry (did I already say hot?) weather, we’re finally getting some rain over here. The increasingly dark clouds that roll by outside my window remind me of how much I love rainy days. Just like with cold winter weather, there’s something about threatening weather outside that makes me feel warm and peaceful inside.
I was pondering why I was so delighted by the echoes of thunder in the distance as I cleaned the carpet this morning (naturally, the day I finally clean our white carpet is when it’s going to be wet and muddy outside), and I think I finally figured out what it is: bad weather days are rare opportunities to fully appreciate the simple gift of shelter.
Here in wealthy America it’s easy to take for granted how easily and lavishly our basic needs of food, water and shelter are met. With the first two, I find that there are more frequent reminders: every now and then when I walk into my grocery store I’m able to take a step back and see the almost unimaginable abundance that is available to us, and when I return home after walking the kids to the park on a scorching summer day I occasionally remember to be grateful that I have such easy access to clean water. But how often do I really appreciate simply having a sturdy roof over my head? It usually takes a good storm to remind me.
Here in the ‘burbs, I occasionally feel a pang of envy at the McMansions in the neighborhoods around us. We live in the cheapest neighborhood in our immediate area, and sometimes as I drive home I think about how nice it would be to have a 2, 700 sq. ft. house with some grand layout that included a spiral staircase, lavish deck or designer kitchen. But then, when I hear the roar of rain pounding down on the roof and see a lawn chair tossed across the yard by the wind, I instantly feel thrilled that I just have a stable, sturdy house that keeps my family safe. Even when the downpour gets so thick that I can’t see the back fence, not a single drop touches the heads of my children; and even as the screens rattle loudly as the wind gusts get more powerful, we don’t feel so much as a single puff of air. Here in our carpeted, temperature-controlled little fortress, even in the midst of a raging storm we are not only safe, but we are comfortable.
Anyone else love a good rainy day?
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