I sat down at my machine intending to finish off a blog post I started last week. I was about two thirds of the way through it, when I heard raindrops begin to hit my window and a rumble of thunder rolled though the room. My mood dropped. After putting the children to bed, I raced outside to hang the diapers in the (what was then) sunshine. Wanting so badly to get in and write, I hurried through the job, which still delayed me ten minutes from my post at the computer. Every minute counts when I’m racing to finish things during the hour and a half of rest time after lunch. I was worried that I might not finish the post before the children were finished their rest.
Upon the arrival of rain, I again hurried outside, feeling grumpy and annoyed at having to spend another ten minutes taking the now even more wet diapers from the line. This was made worse by thinking of having to hang them out again on racks in the basement for a net loss of 20 minutes over what it would have taken if I had just hung them out in the basement to begin with. Grumbling to myself while I stuffed the diapers and clothespins in their respective baskets, I started to notice the feel of the raindrops on my skin.
Then I noticed that the air had grown more fresh. The negative ions were working their magic. My thoughts were on the feel of gentle raindrops kissing my arms and face. The rain brought me back to the present. It was then that my thoughts shifted to thinking about places where they would give anything for a taste of this rain. In California, four years of drought have climaxed into wild fires which are destroying their food bearing landscape and along with it, the crops, the soil, countless livelihoods and food security for much of North America.
I suddenly felt much better about bringing in my diapers from the rain. I shall finish my other post tomorrow…