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Steady, gentle, healing rain

Peggy Browning
Pioneer Sentinel

As I write this, I’m sitting in my living room with all my windows open listening to it rain. Yes, a steady, gentle autumn rain is falling. It’s been raining steadily now for eight solid hours.

Its imminent arrival was announced this morning by the rolling of thunder in the west. When I heard it I wondered if it was just a false alarm being sounded, promising much but producing little.

We’ve had a few storms here and there, including the one that cancelled the Saturday night rodeo and dance at the Pioneer Reunion this year. Those short rains proved to be less than promised by all the rumbling that heralded their arrival.

The mid-September storm was a blessing we all appreciated. It put a little water in the tanks and gave us some hope, reminding us that it does, indeed, still rain in Clay County.

But the rain that’s falling now is a healing rain. It’s the kind that will actually do us some good. It’s what we’ve all been waiting for. We’ve waited almost a full year for this.

It’s falling all around us in Clay County and Montague and Wichita, reaching even as far away as San Antonio. It’s falling on the watershed of the creeks and rivers and lakes. It’s falling on all the pastures burned bare by the wildfires. It’s falling on the fields where farmers have dusted in their wheat crops.

It was about 11:30 today when the rain started. I was out running errands and shopping when the downpour started. Surprisingly, some other shoppers actually had umbrellas with them. They opened their umbrellas when they exited their cars and then went into the shops.  They never got a drop of this blessed water on them.

Of course, I didn’t have an umbrella. I wouldn’t have opened it if I had one. I wanted to get wet. I wanted to feel the rain on my face. I walked to my car at a normal pace, in no hurry to get out of the rain.

By the time I reached my car, my clothes and hair were soaked. I went on to the grocery store, looking like a wet dog, before going home. It felt great to be so wet and chilly.

I changed into dry clothes at home. I opened my windows so I could hear the rain. Then I lay upon my couch and took a nap, lulled to sleep by the cool air and the patter of raindrops. It was a sweet, sweet sleep.

I woke up late this afternoon, roused by the rolling sound of thunder. It reminded me of the lyrics of an old Bob Seger song, “I woke last night to the sound of thunder. How far off, I sat and wondered.”

I didn’t have to wonder how far off this thunder rolled. It was right above us, announcing the continuance of this glorious rain. I closed my eyes to sleep again, grateful for the assurance.


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