|Founder of Buddhism|
January 2, 2006
Confession: I love rain. Some favorites….
–opening the windows, letting the smell permeate the whole house.
–listening from the inside with a fire and warm socks.
–walking through Secret Garden w/o umbrella or hood.
–a downpour in Cheltenham Spa after a scrumptious vegetarian meal. Annoying fancy hoteliers when us crazy Americans re-enter their flagship hotel dripping water onto the marble floors.
–at night, in the dark, sitting on the porchstep in my PJs and watching the patterns of rain falling in the light from streetlamps.
–visiting the Japanese Garden as it drizzles.
–going up to the foothills in SLC, seeing the lighting dance across the valley floor.
–funerals & cemetaries.
–sending EllyCat into the downpour. Seeing how long it takes before she heads back inside.
And on days when I don’t have any rain, I stand under the shower spray, close my eyes and just imagine that it’s raining for a few moments. It’s not a perfect substitute, but it satiates me till the next time the rain falls.