Things I Love (XIV): The rain
Saturday, 5 May 2007 | 14:59
The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain. This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you’d just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency.
-Susan Allen Toth
Il y a des pluies de printemps délicieuses où le ciel a l’air de pleurer de joie.
-Paul-Jean Toulet
Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.
-Henry Ward Beecher
La pluie pose à terre des miroirs à étoiles.
-Jules Renard
Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver chain
Of evening rain,
Unravelled from the tumbling main…
-Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Le temps s’étire
Soirée de pluie printanière
Et moi je songe
-Natsume Sôseki
Those are things I love too. Thank you dear.
Perhaps it’s bred into me, by virtue of being born and raised on the coast… I love feeling big, fat raindrops fall on my face; I love the sound of quiet rain on the roof as I fall asleep; I love the look of a misty day descending on the landscape. Rain is calming and soothing, invigorating and exhilarating at the same time. And later, the air is thick with that mossy smell, and the plants and flowers shimmer under the remnants of the storm; all the colours seem brighter, more vibrant. Everything is renewed, refreshed.
Why so many people dislike this is beyond me!