A MOUNTAIN RAIN

In the mountains one of our favorite activities..because of all that it contains… is to sit out on our porch and experience the rain. Rain is free…it comes with no expectations…no restrictions…no expenses It is a beauty to behold….a gift for all our senses. We usually hear the rain announce itself…letting us know she’s on her way when the distant thunder booms…and the sky turns a shade of grey. Next we turn our attention to the wind as darker clouds assemble as the leaves begin to quiver and the trees begin to tremble. We smell rain in the air before we see it…alerting us as to what the clouds are making It’s like detecting the aroma of cookies while they’re in the oven baking. Now with smoky clouds covering all we see…so only a hint of the mountains remain to our great pleasure from the safety of our porch…the sky begins to rain. As we watch the raindrops bounce off the leaves and hear them on our rooftop pound… we stretch or hands out to catch a few raindrops before they hit the ground. Then remembering and wanting to relive a time when we were young. we open or mouths and allow some raindrops to land upon our tongues. The rain is a treat for all our senses…we find happiness there where others may find gloom because we understand the sky must weep…if flowers are to bloom. Once the rain has ended…we look out on the glistening mountains and we smile… then we thank the rain for stopping by…and lingering a while. And we think in that short time…how much there was to gain… form the flowers, the trees the mountains…and us… as we experienced the rain.