As I type this, it's raining outside. I can hear the drops pattering on the roof of our "catio", the structure we have out the back of our house so our cats can go "outside" without actually going out into the big wide world where it's dangerous. (For those unaware, we lost a beloved companion on the road outside our house last November, so this was a direct response to that; neither Meg nor Patti seem to mind too much, even if Meg does enjoy sneaking out of the front door when it's open sometimes.)
I love the rain, or more specifically hearing the rain. It's a soothing, relaxing sound that always brings me a feeling of peace and deep relaxation. It reminds me of some fond memories, and also just provides me with something to listen to when things are otherwise silent. It's not a regular noise that you tune out after a while; it's a constantly interesting sound that is never quite the same from moment to moment. It rises and falls in its tempo, pitch and volume; sometimes it's gentle, sometimes it's aggressive, sometimes it's barely perceptible.
I'm not sure when, how or why I started feeling this way about the rain. One of the memories it brings back to me is of the few occasions I went camping as a child — a couple of times with the Cub Scouts, and once in my final year of primary school. (In the latter case, I didn't take a shit for a week because I was too afraid of getting bum AIDS from the public toilets on the campsite, so the subsequent constipation sullies an otherwise pleasant memory. But I digress.)
Yes, the sound of rain reminds me of being under canvas, trying desperately to get to sleep while my brain was rattling with excitement for the "It's a Knockout" competition that was to take place the following day, or annoyance with Christopher Smith for singing gibberish songs until well after midnight. "Doyget, doyget sannnds". Why do I remember this shit? I'm sure I could fit something useful in the memory space that is taking up.
But yes, anyway. Rain is good. Rain is relaxing. Rain is probably my favourite weather condition, assuming I am either inside or in possession of something to protect me from it. It's neither too hot nor too cold; it makes a pleasant noise; and it provides an altogether invigorating feeling of "new beginnings".
I wonder what tomorrow will bring?
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