Because of rain we get to create a different ambience. We fire up the oven, make a big mug of hot chocolate and snuggle down in that warm blanket. Cosy right? I think for me there is a more deeper explanation. Something related to my beliefs, my roots/culture or simply my primitive self.
I love the rain because as a country girl, rain means good harvest. The heavens open, and it pours, then the gods are happy. That means blessings.
When it rains, it sparks my child hood memories. We gathered around the fire, stretching our arms towards the fire, to get as much heat as we could possibly get. Everyone was facing towards the fire and hence towards everyone else.
Everyone's faces were lit, making facial features easy to read, especially when we told stories.
We created a boundary against the dark dangers of the night creating a safe-feeling. Some time we could just keep silent for a minute to listen to the sound of rain and the fire popping. We could wait for a long one min just to hear that pop, and we would burst into laugher. As the firewood burnt the light patterns of fire changed ,adding visual interest. If the wind was blowing softly
,the smoke direction create some drama that kept things dynamic. I love the rain and it’s sound.
The amount of peace it brings me is enormous.Does rain remind of something?
