Years ago, my neighbor Nancy gave me a CD of this group called Ladysmith Black Mambazo. I loved their song called Rain Rain Beautiful Rain. During those dark times after a divorce, I was severely depressed. How refreshing when I heard the songs refrain: ”beautiful rain.” I would smile. I always love how the earth looks after a rain. Many people complain every time it rains. We need rain or we won’t survive. Who knows the benefit of rain more than people who have survived a drought stricken season and famine in the African desert? Once the rains come, it is possible for a harvest, which means food for the upcoming months. Just the thought that children will now eat again makes me feel like dancing in the rain. When it is a particularly hard rain even here in the southeastern USA, I fling open the front door. I stand on the porch listening to the drain drops falling hard on the roof above me. I look and see glistening leaves, grass a new green you only see during a rain. I watch the rain falling from the roof. I smell the freshness of the previously hot stifling, suffocating, overly humid southern NC July air. I hear the sounds. How new the earth looks. Deeply I breathe in. I relax with the rain. I invite my foster child to watch and listen with me, hoping she will one day store this as a treasured memory. Rain Rain Beautiful Rain.
See the youtube rendition below.