There is a soft roar outside my window, a steady drop of water against a soaked ground. The rustle of satin against itself. It’s consistent, never ceasing. When it has gone, in lieu of a brief sunny morning, the absence is deafening. Like white noise, or the drone of a fan. No longer noticed, but the comfort missed when left silence.
The rain has been here for weeks now. So long that I have forgotten when it first began. In the beginning, I was over joyed with the constant rain. I love rain. It’s calming and grounding. It’s like a damping field, to dreading the electricity from bouncing and running wild. AS it is, weeks and weeks have gone by. Almost everyday it rains. Sometimes it starts with sun but often it is engulfed by the persistent clouds and again the rain falls. Other days the sun clears for a moment of sunset before the night shrouds and the rain continues.
The sun has become a forgotten memory. When it arrives it’s like trying to grasp on to something you remember but can’t place. It feels so familiar and yet so unknown. A forgone story lost to time. And yet, still it is comforting. A time of replenish. Everything is so green. Greener then I have seen it in a long time. The earth sings with happiness as the abundance of water. (Although the flowers fight to bloom, the rain forces them into a bow.)
Rain. Days go by and still it rains. And yet, when it finally ends, I shall miss it.
Today it was grey. Well actually its been grey for days, but today I noticed it. For about a week and half now it has been raining on and off, the sun peaking out among the clouds periodically. Mostly the rain has fallen in a steady drizzle. We’ve needed it. It’s been very dry up to now. As I was saying, today I noticed (in between the Mad Men Marathon I’ve been having) that it was grey and how beautiful that really is.
First off, you notice how green everything is. The lack of sun and obviously yellow allows the hidden yellows to really pop in the grass and leaves, leaving this contrast of yellow and stark sky. It stands out as vivid and dream like. Almost otherworldly in a sense.
Which leads to the second observation. Clouds don’t stop birds. In fact they are more noticeable against the sky, a flash out of the corner of your eye. Look for it and it’s gone! Even the chickens and other unmentionable fowl for their are quite obnoxious look rich in the grey.
Gremlin and his lady are trolling the field for yummies while the Guinea Fowl are pleasantly far from my house.
I suppose what really struck me about today was how calm it was. Things are rarely calm it would feel. At this point in my life I am juggling a full time job over two days. (I got a check in the mail for two days for 31 hours worked…..yikes film?) and then being completely unemployed. Luckily Netflix has been there for me. As well as All Creatures Great and Small which I am re-reading and forgot how amazing it was!!
I also have all the thoughts that come with moving to a foreign country. Its scary and exciting and mostly pushed into the back of everything, except when home doing little. Oh! I looked at the Korean alphabet and played preschool apps. It was a major accomplishment when I recognized some letters! Regardless, the Grey of the day made me relax for a moment and take in that life is good for me right now. The curled up can on my lap helped with that.