Out and about in the rain this morning with the old Nat King Cole song, Because of Rain, earworming me, I’m finding so much more on this short amble through the footpaths of Silverdale’s edges. The beech leaves are more vibrant than usual, their usual spring softness illuminated by a tender, wet light. Yew trunks glower darkly from the limestone, acknowledging their venom with a kind of atmospheric warning. The equivalent of black and yellow stripes perhaps.
A steady flow of raindrops etch a painterly scene here and there, adding texture to shadowy corners and glistening highlights to foliage. With the song playing on repeat in my head, well one line at least ‘because of rain we stole a kiss or two’, I muse on the thoughts of nature as lover, confidante and friend.
Rain draws out the numinous aromas around me with the Hawthorn blossom and her well known scent of sensuality coming to the fore. Could this have planted the words in my head? Does the heady smell of flower sex trigger some primal urge, flick a switch of desire? Not that I’m feeling particularly rampant, but that song… where did that particular line emerge from?
Wandering through these woods I feel quite blessed. Welcomed by the land, gifted a brace of photos, serenaded by a spring shower and somewhat seduced by Mother Nature herself.
But perhaps I need to stop overthinking, maybe it’s all a fanciful whimsey. Maybe it’s just ‘because of rain’…
Ramsons star the wood
Reflecting last night’s sky
Earth astrology
I’ve just discovered your page. It says everything I feel on my walks. Thank you for finding the lost words.
Thank you for your inspiring words Pat. I appreciate the encouragement and will be doing more.
Love your penned work on Rain Jason! I’m not a rain lover but I have at least bought myself waterproof trews so it will not stop me this Autumn.. My favourite Season 💖🍁🍂🍃
Inspiring words Jason, I too love the rain, it brings a certain feeling of peace around me
As long as I am dry I love walking in the rain, it somehow makes me feel part of nature. My dog however will not go out in rain, so I often go for a walk alone taking in nature and pondering the wonders of the elasticity of a dog’s bladder. X
Sweet, refreshing rain is the refrain that comes into my head. Not just life-giving, but creating an aroma and an atmosphere that only rain can produce. I love being out in the rain. Earlier this week, put on a big coat, took my coffee and sat in pouring rain in my garden. So restorative, even if I did need a complete change of clothing when I went back indoors! ‘Just’ another aspect of Nature. And even better if I’m walking by the sea, because nobody else tends to do that in the rain.
That was a wonderful insight to the areas around us in different seasons, especially the rain.
I too find something of quiet moments walking in the rain (which is another favourite song) by Johnny Ray I believe. If I’m suitably attired rain is just beautiful to be in or just to watch peacefully from my window