Raining on a Sunday


Prompt: What is your perfect rainy day?

I hope that’s what the prompt was. I accidentally deleted that email and can’t find it in the trash. 

Rainy days are wonderful. I love it especially when you can smell the outdoors after it rains. The scent of the acrid earth and that particular smell that rain has against fragrent grass and the wild scent of the sky and fiolage. I enjoy walking on days as this, it’s like the outside world has been born anew and everything is fresh. 

Watching a dog face the rain is an interesting pursuit. At first, many dogs are too afraid to go outside because God forbid they should have something falling on them and making them wet. But once they go outside after the rain stops much discovery is found and I think that the rain which is so fragrent to us is three times as fragrent to a dog with their superior sense of smell. I didn’t like how dirty my dog got going out in the damp outdoors but I could appreciate how much she loved it.

One of my best memories of the rain was when I was twelve-years-old and it was lunchtime recess. We were standing outside and it began to pour hard. But we were kids and this was a glorious and great event for us as the rain was warm and soaked us right through our clothes. We stood in the school yard with are hands spread out, are heads held back, feeling the rain soak into our skin and drop off our eyelashes. When we came inside it was cold and uncomfortable being wet, but it was worth it. That same week it continued to rain and the rain pooled on the field. We all brought extra clothes because at lunchtime we played soccer in the pools of water. Everytime someone kicked the ball we got wet. I unfortunately slipped and fell right on my back. Even my hair was wet.

But these days, I think of a Keith Urban song called “Raining on a Sunday” and the lyrics inspire me:

Pray that it’s raining on Sunday

Stormin’ like crazy

We’ll hide under the covers all afternoon

Baby whatever comes Monday

Can take care of itself

‘Cause we got better things that we could do

When it’s raining on Sunday

Staying in bed all day when it’s raining that seems good to me! 

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3 thoughts on “Raining on a Sunday”

  1. Wonderful post Mandi! I can see you and your friends playing in the rain and in the rain puddles! It rained here all day yesterday and last night and it was hard rain (which is unusual for the Southwest USA). When you were talking about dogs it reminded me of my little dog. She is terribly afraid of rain (thunder and rain hitting the roof). The other day I told her, “It’s just raining!” She walked over to the doggie door and stuck her head out of the door and then walked over and laid down like, “Okay, I’m not afraid anymore.” LOL! I couldn’t believe she did that, but she did!

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