Thursday, April 8, 2010

Raindrops falling on my head.

  "All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watchin' the puddles gather rain
And all I can do is just pour some tea for two
and speak my point of view..."

No Rain by Blind Melon

I hate the rain. OK, maybe hate is a little harsh; I should say that I intensely dislike it. When it rains here in the spring, it seems to go on for days, and everything is awashed with grey and gloom. As if the dreary winter wasn't quite depressing enough. Now April taunts us with warmer temperatures, where we can finally feel our fingers and toes when we're outdoors, except we can't go outside because it's raining! At this point, you probably get the gist - Rain and me, we're not pals.

That was me, two days ago. Something curious happened yesterday that led me down a different path. Little Miss and I went on our usual evening stroll with our dog, and she found a tiny little puddle from the rain the day before. She pointed at the puddle and babbled toddler-speak to me that I knew meant, "water. spilled. (not me!) must clean." (I admit, when she spills anything at home, I have her clean it up - child labor aside, she actually enjoys and insists upon it, so who am I to argue?) I then explained to her that it was OK, that it was only a puddle. Somehow giving it a name made it acceptable, at which point she proceeded cautiously towards it and stepped in the puddle. And then she couldn't stop smiling. It was shortly followed by the stomping, the jumping, the running in place, and her favorite, the splashing. She was ecstatic at this new discovery. 

I couldn't believe how something this simple could bring so much joy to this little girl, and yet there she was, her eyes sparkling, her face luminescent. It was infectious. Were it a bigger puddle, I would've jumped right alongside her, but unfortunately, it was only big enough for two happy little feet. I had to settle for the role of the observer, or in this case, admirer.

As I watched her readily embrace this world, I caught a glimpse of the dewy blades of grass by the puddle and it startled me. When did that happen? That was when I looked around and finally noticed the brilliant yellow of the daffodils piercing through the peripheral landscape. Further away were the bright green spots on the once-barren trees that promised a summertime canopy.

And then it occurred to me - the rain did this (I know, duh!). The exuberant little puddle-jumper? Also the rain. My heart swelling with so much love for this girl, this place at this very moment? The rain.

Sure, the muddy pants and shoes are going to be a nightmare to clean, and I'll still sulk about being rained in, but to see those laughing eyes, the colors, the life! - I think I can deal with a little rain.

In fact, I say bring it.