Since it rained...

It rained from big clouds interspersed with sunshine. A warm sunny rain. The kind that hits you and you don't know if you should be pleased or cursing because you don't have the proper covering. Spotty rain that is uncalled for after a day of sunshine. Because all of your plans for the day are scuffed.

But it was a sight, nonetheless, a sight above the buildings, the landscape, the urbaneness of what you see everyday. The weather is the one great anomaly that is new. No day of rain is the same as the last, lest you offend the lunar bodies and their effect on this gaseous planet.

And it starts and stops. Those breaks are something to wait for, indeed a new place is discovered while waiting for the rain. Either in it or out of it, the air is so fresh. Breathing becomes an economical act (taken from, "Eating is an agricultural act" - Wendell Berry) and the conductivity is dampened, the electricity of the air. People are chilled out by drabness.

I think experiencing this extreme in a greenhouse has heightened my senses to it. The automatic effect felt after watering a dry greenhouse alerts me to the result of turning on the hose and watering the seedlings. Afterwards is a light evaporative buzz or "hush", I would call it. Something that you kind of hear while next to the waterfall if you tune out the rumbling pounding rush of water on water. It's this lightness that the rain reminds me of. The thing that I don't want to pay attention to is muted out by the peace of something that I find it hard to remind myself I want to pay attention to.

It snowed this morning but the sight of these bright beautiful flakes was drowned out by the groan of another snowfall. The land was too warm to let it accumulate. My eyes were too busy to take in and gape at its myriad of falling and swirling. It slowly changed to rain. The sound welcomed despite its wetness and potential to soak. The soft warmness of the air left alone the cold harsh air in my winter memory. Both I love. In their due time.