Thursday, October 22, 2009
Why I Love Rainy Weather
I have kept this fact to myself, because my friends look at me like I'm crazy when I mention it.
We have had a couple of weeks of sunshine and then today the skies turned gray, a gentle breeze began to blow and this afternoon the rain started. I was quietly ecstatic.
Since I'm a very analytical person I have been thinking of why I love rainy weather so much.
After thinking about it a great deal, I have come to this conclusion...
I grew up in a log house that my ggggrandfather built when he moved his family to Mississippi. The house had a tin roof and a large front porch. When the weather was stormy I would go out on the front porch, which faced the east, take the settee and two matching chairs and turn them upside down with their bottoms facing the outside of the porch. I would then pull out two old quilts and cover the chairs and settee with them. I would also take another old quilt and pillow and place them inside my "snuggy bug." I would crawl in there with my book or magazine and maybe the cat if I could coax her into it.
I would lie in there with my back to the old logs and if I had made my nest close to the only window that was on the front porch, I could hear Mama puttering around in the kitchen.
I would read my book or magazine and every so often lift the quilt up to peak out at the weather. It's hard to express the feeling of peace, safety, sanity and security that this made me feel. Outside my little nest the weather could be raging, but I was in a nest in a safe place that had been built many many years ago with my back to those ancient logs...and my Mama was inside.
So even these many years later when it rains or the skys turn gray, I feel peaceful.
If I'm anxious or stressed, I close my eyes and remember..........