Rain

by Stefani on 16-July-2008

“Blessed relief,” says a low and rumbling whisper, a long way off.

We try not to listen to that siren song – not to allow ourselves the misspent luxury of hope.

We know those clouds. We know their beguiling charms, their empty promises.

Against our better judgement though, when the whispers have turned to roars that rattle our chests, and our resolve, we begin to think, “maybe, just maybe.”

We don’t say it out loud.

The cicadas say it for us – scream it for us. They, in their leafy lookouts are at a fever pitch, a frenzy wrought in summer’s forge.

The air above the black top dances, oily and hypnotic, but we will not be persuaded to think it – that it smells like rain.

A sky rippling crack sounds, and the cicadas cease their sputtering petition.

We too hold our breath, and cannot help but smile over

one

small

drop

on sun-baked skin.

We half expect it to sizzle.

Each pair of eyes looks up, pleading now, without pretense.

And then it comes, the rain, this reigning moment of purest pleasure.

Let every living thing rejoice.

Drink It In
Jennifer July 16, 2008 at 7:57 pm

Ohhhhhh, we heard the rumble, rumble and saw the dark clouds but not a drop! Bummer.

Colleen July 16, 2008 at 8:02 pm

Thats a beautiful post… I know how it feels to hope for that warm Texas rain. The smell is heavenly!

Holly July 16, 2008 at 8:08 pm

This is beautiful. You’ve made me wish for a storm; or rather, made me wish that I longed for rain. (We don’t long for rain in the Seattle area…but I know that longing, from long ago times of drought in the Midwest.) Beautifully written. Enjoy your storm!

Holly July 16, 2008 at 8:09 pm

This is beautiful. You’ve made me wish for a storm; or rather, made me wish that I longed for rain. We don’t long for rain here in the Seattle area, but I know that longing, from long ago days of drought in the Midwest.

Beautifully written. Enjoy your storm!

Sarah Jackson July 16, 2008 at 8:19 pm

the cicadas are screaming here too, but I just missed the rain. That photo is priceless. Totally captures the joy that is rain in the southwest and Texas.

YayaOrchid July 16, 2008 at 8:24 pm

Oh, such a beautiful post! So poetic and mesmerizing! I LOVE your writing!

We’re also hoping for rain here in south Texas. We’ve had a few false starts, but then that’s the way it is in Texas. We can only hope.

That picture is priceless! One for the memory books.

christi July 16, 2008 at 8:28 pm

oh yes the rain is beautiful here too! although we need it a lot more than we let on! Even though its winter down here in Australia we are still happy to see the rain!

OMSH July 16, 2008 at 8:47 pm

Can you please send some our way? We’d love a bit more than the tease of grey skies and soft rumbles.

Mary Smith July 16, 2008 at 8:55 pm

Rejoice indeed!! I’m going to read this every time it rains here. Writing and photo, exquisite.

nicole July 16, 2008 at 9:07 pm

i’m tellin’ you , you could sell the stuff you write! this was beautiful! absolutely! and your pictures , ahhh!

franticallysimple July 16, 2008 at 10:29 pm

How is it possible that you just made an Oregonian hungry for rain? Amazing…

Corynne Escalante July 16, 2008 at 10:45 pm

wow! oh. my. gosh. this is absolutely amazing. you really should publish this professionally or something… your writing is such a pleasure to read. i totally could imagine everything. i lived in kansas when i was young and the cicadas are one of the sounds i miss the most… i love your descriptions…

and i love that photo!

Relyn July 16, 2008 at 11:41 pm

Some days you make me laugh. Some days I nod in agreement. Some days I grin in rueful acknowledgement. Some days I cry becuase I know just how you feel, and you’ve expressed mother-love so well. Today you are a poet.

Amazing post. ~ R.

Teresa July 17, 2008 at 4:06 am

Beautiful writing, beautiful picture! We had rain all day yesterday, and my daughter would have loved to do exactly what your kids were doing – she calls it taking a bath in the rain!

elissa July 17, 2008 at 4:53 am

that picture is just full of life and feeling… big thumbs up from my closet 😉

Lynn July 17, 2008 at 5:41 am

ahhh, summer!

Jade July 17, 2008 at 6:22 am

You said it so perfectly. Finally with the little amounts of rain we have had the grass has turned from crispy brown to green and all of the flowers have begun to bloom. It’s waiting patiently after that first drop for it to pour down. It’s the waiting that hurts.

heather jane July 17, 2008 at 6:31 am

Whew! That was so beautiful I didn’t breath until the end. And then I thought I might see Maya Angelou’s name. But, of course, I did not. You are an amazing woman, Miss Stefani.

I remember this palpable feeling of waiting from my time in Arkansas. One of the more powerful memories I have.

Emily July 17, 2008 at 6:53 am

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

In North Texas, we are still waiting. Still hoping. The clouds form. The sky rumbles. We stand outside and watch but they move past. The rain falls south of us or maybe west of us. Some falls north of us where my oldest is at camp for the week. Nothing here though.

Mandy July 17, 2008 at 7:27 am

Beautiful Stephanie. So beautiful!

Katie July 17, 2008 at 8:32 am

Emily Dickenson would be proud to call you a fellow poet…beautiful.

Debbie R July 17, 2008 at 8:33 am

That is exactly how i feel…what happened to everyday afternoon showers. I miss them!
Your words are so strong and beautiful and if you are not a published author…I must ask…WHY?

Regina July 17, 2008 at 8:46 am

Just poetic. I can smell the rain from here.

aujah July 17, 2008 at 9:19 am

wow! Your words filled my heart! I can smell the rain!!!

Sarah July 17, 2008 at 9:24 am

Rain and boys in the summertime…so much fun!

Julie @ Letter9 July 17, 2008 at 9:59 am

Beautifully said.

Laura July 17, 2008 at 12:43 pm

Oh, my. Looove this picture. Wouldn’t mind some of that rain, either.

Em July 17, 2008 at 12:57 pm

We feel the same way a lot around here… you put it so eloquently!

Kritter Krit July 17, 2008 at 4:31 pm

Man. Everything you write is just poetry. I can actually feel and smell the rain. It’s amazing the way you do that.

Christina July 17, 2008 at 5:24 pm

Makes me remember the warm summer monsoon rains growing up in the Valley of the Sun (Phoenix). The smell of oncoming rain is intoxicating!

Pang July 17, 2008 at 7:46 pm

i love this picture! your photographs are always very beautiful!

Marjorie July 17, 2008 at 10:15 pm

beautifully written. and now I want rain, too 🙂

Molly July 18, 2008 at 9:46 am

Whew! 🙂 Same here, so far north… we were so happy when the clouds broke open.

Cassandra July 18, 2008 at 2:43 pm

In some roundabout link clicking, I stumbled across your beautiful blog, and it’s now a favorite. I love your prose and your photography. I’m relatively new to the blogging world, but appreciate your vision.

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