Rain and Country Music

I love the rain. The sound of the rain drops hitting the leaves in the trees. The pitter patter of the drops on the roof or pavement. That refreshing smell all around me after the clouds have cried their last tear.

I hate the rain. The dampness that reminds me of living in an old rundown camper in a scrap yard. The sound of the rain on the roof and windshield of the car I lived in. The never ending reminder of tough times then and now.

I love the rain. It livens up the surroundings. Turns the leaves and the grass green. Washes everything clean. Gives a sense that there will always be a better day tomorrow. That the clouds will clear and the sun will warm our faces once again.

I hate the rain. The way it chills you to the depths of your being. It reminds me of all the tears I cried in loneliness and sorrow. When the rain is pouring from the sky, I am reminded of all the family and friends I have lost through the years.

Like sunlight trapped within every drop of rain, memories are also full of light and warmth.


The rain reminds me of every sad country song I have ever heard. It has been raining all day today and I made the mistake of listening to country music. I hate the rain, but the sun just pushed it's way through the clouds. Warming the remembered sorrows and glinting off my son's hair and brightening his smile as he turns to point.