A Girl In Love with Rain

Rain Drops

Crystal pools like mirrors lay
upon your smooth silk surface
Green and grey and purple swirl
while leaf stalks prance and sway

Upon the hill raindrops play
melodies of star-struck love
Leaves from bowing branches fall
swept, like my heart, away

There is just something about the rain…

I have, for much of my life, been a girl in love with rain. I love the scent in the air just before it comes, and the cool breeze that often blows with it.

I have been known, on many occasions, to just let all inhibitions fly and dance about like a wild woman, soaking my clothing through, and thoroughly enjoying every second.

I have also shared these moments with very close friends, one of whom wrote a poem about such an occasion we shared when we were in high school, and printed and framed it for each of us when we were bridesmaids at her wedding.

The earth opens up, and soaks it in, creeks and rivers flow faster, and the breeze whispers of a boundless energy, ready to wake at any moment, and bring about mother nature’s wrath, should she require it.

It is the purest form of life-sustaining force, flowing from the skies.

The sound of raindrops can be absolute magick. Whether drumming on a tin roof, or falling through a forest’s canopy, the sound creates a moment of zen for me like no other. When I meditate, I use the sound of rain to bring me to that quiet, reflective place. I have even been known to use the energy I have harnessed from a good rain dance to cast a spell or two.

As I sit and breathe in the fresh air of a rainy day, I reminisce in days past, when I danced in the rain… I think about my closest friends, and I hope that one day my boys will know the joy of dancing, uninhibited, as the water falls down on them, soaking in the energy that comes with it.

I know that not everyone thinks of rain this way, and there are days when even I look out my window and scowl at it. But I hope that, if you’re reading this, you might have the capacity to look out one of these days, and see the beautiful side of it, too. Reach a hand out from under your umbrella as you walk through it, and appreciate the process that brings the earth so much good. Remember that without this gift from the skies, the world around us would be a much different place.

If you were one of the friends I once danced in the rain with, thank you for sharing that with me. I remember, with great affection, every moment.

Let me close with another poem; the one I spoke of above, that my friend wrote for us, a reflection of a lovely rainy day, before we were considered full-fledged adults. A day when we basked in the droplets that fell down on us, and in the love of friendship…

Four tattered Travellers
Of this journey we call life
bonded together by life circumstances
Joined together one spring afternoon
And were known to hear the Rain begin

Hearts jumping in each chest
All leapt to their feet
And followed each the other
Out into the sun
To meet the happy Rain

And upon that little stretch of yard
Each traveller danced and twirled
Hearts overflowing with simple joy
For they had never known such bliss could be found
In only the Essence of Rain

Then the happy Travellers
Into a loving circle joined
Hearts joined
As hands clasped
By love, and joy and Rain

Then no more were they four
But One as they danced again
A pledge of Heart, a pledge of Soul
And Sisters Forever they each proclaimed
Among the falling rain

And oft now, how my heart cries out with joy
to have been one of those happy travellers
My Sisters still are in my heart
And always shall they be
I know for sure each time I feel
The Essence of Rain begin to smile

Poems by Megan Cutler