I love the luxury of other. A pool-ball click to change your track and send you sprawling, groundless into unhewn ground.
So it is for me with rain since living in Provence, the sunny South of France, where folks flock from around the world just to soak in a nearly 365 big bolt of blue. Can you imagine that it can be tiresome to have that same ceiling perpetually overhead, no matter how stunning the view? It can.
And so I delighted in wrapping myself in a rain shroud during our recent trip to the safari tent. Up in the mountains where air can fog to trip up and fall down. We had just returned from a hike where at one point we were so deep in the woods that I was awaiting to bubble pop into Narnia, when the skies thundered an announcement over the PA that we would not, actually, be straying from the tent at any point today save for two highly ambitious hoverings over the barbecue.
Droplets pelted the tent roof like clacking typewriter keys, writing new stories.
It was such a climate shift that I felt a little lost and nearly nervous. So I just listened. And watched. Until I started to enjoy this land-fall swimming enough to turn Automatic Pilot off with a mindful fingernail flick.
There is freedom in such pounding rain when you have no where that you have to go and no how that you have to be.
Just to listen to rough music, so sweet to the mind.
Mes sincères remerciements to the exceptionally talented:
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for inspiring me in general and today’s post in particular.
I hear ya! Somedays I pray for rain or at least a dull grey sky because that's when I can be lazy and cuddle up on the couch. You can't cuddle up and do nothing when the sky is bright blue with birds chirping in it, it's wrong. x.
Isn't it amazing how tiresome day after day of sunny skies can be. Really, I'm serious! I need a little rain once in a while to break things up — even here in the soggy Northeast. And, of course, I'm a sucker for all that green. And the smell after a good rain can be heavenly too. Wish we could bottle it.
*swoon*
Of course, I had to immediately stop what I was doing to get up and put that on. And if Chet isn't the audio essence of what you were writing about, then I don't know what is…
Oh neither of us are entirely in this time, are we George? One foot here, one foot there, just like poor, beautiful Chet.
Bisous right back,
H
Thank you, Mumbai. Oh the dogs were so excited, they loved every minute. More in a post (hopefully) soon…
I grew up with all different sorts of weather and really prefer it, even if it isn't always "perfect."
Whaaaat??? Really? Please do! And if you ever decide to, please email me (address is on my profile) and I will give you helpful suggestions. 🙂
It really is a city that is on the move. The next few years will be very exciting here.
Oh my gosh, that made me giggle. Nope, no moving yet. But it is rare indeed such rain in Arles so it did feel like quenching a thirst.
xo
H
Deborah, I promise you that it was JUST what the doctor ordered.
Isn't that just the best? Sigh. I love it.
I don't want to sound as though I am complaining, dear Greet but change is always good! Just like the stunning decor that you created for your Sister's study that I keep thinking about…
Oh by all means no, dear Suze. Your description of the rain arriving…whew. Chapeau à toi! (And you just say 'chapeau' because you are so blown away there is no need for a verb 🙂 So very happy to know of you. I have learned so much and laughed quite a bit too…