The rain is not silent

 She comes again. I see her rolling in from the distance. The dark clouds coming together,

the soft breeze waving the trees. Another day of rain. I hurry trying to get the clothes off the line.

They're flapping in the wind begging not to get wet.... Getting my attention from the window. 

I hurry.

When she finally settles over the pasture, it rains hard. The drops as big as silver

dollars hitting our farm. I call the kids out to sit on the front porch with me.

They sit and I tell them to close their eyes.

They do. The rain hitting their land. I want them to memorize

the sound. How they feel when the breeze brings in a few drops.

I want them to remember rain on this farm. How silly they act when rain comes. 



They slowly get up and as if the rain is calling them to come feel her,

they each take her in. Tasting her. and letting her get them wet.

They are wet head to toe. Their smiles huge as they indulge themselves with her. 

Their laughter so loud I can't hear her drops fall anymore.

They're running and screaming and I'm sitting there

watching them, holding a baby... always holding someone.

 I'm so thankful she came today. She's been here a lot lately and she makes me stop

doing chores. She draws me to watch her from my kitchen window as

she waters my flowers for me. She draws me out to sit and feel her coolness.

She helps me to slow down and enjoy the laughter that comes when

she shows up.