Rainy Night Was Relaxing

This summer was long, and it was hot with persistent humidity. Finally, that seems to be breaking as we get towards fall. Actually, I guess autumn begins today! The days are getting noticeably shorter!

Last night we had a nice rainy night. The rain wasn’t heavy, so we left the fan in the window, which brought in the damp and cool rain-filled air. Between the white noise of the fan and the sound of the rain dripping, it was really relaxing.

This morning, when I got up, I could hear it on the flattish roof we have on one part of the house, and that brought my mind back to the mountains.

It wasn’t uncommon to have these rainy nights up there during the fall when my dad was getting ready for hunting season. Of course we went and we played in the mud and stuff when we were younger, and then as we got older, we rode our bikes or quads.

The sound of the rain on the metal trailer roof used to be so relaxing to me. The white noise of it quieted my every overactive thoughts.

Another thing it reminded me of was the one house we lived in growing up. That was an old stone house. Really, it was a dump, but it was home and one of the few places that felt like home to me growing up. That house had a metal roof, and I can remember hearing the rain hitting the roof too.

We always sat on the large front porch at that house on rainy days, or my brothers and I played out there.

Thanks, Mother Nature, for the nice bit of nostalgia. I try to let the past go. There is a lot I wish not to remember, and many of the people I loved and loved me are dead now. This made me remember the good.