Rain in Auburn

I love rain. Most people think it’s dreary. I don’t think so.
I think it invites you to stay in a warm and comfortable place with a good book and a cup of coffee, and enjoy peace for a while.
I like rain because it rinses the dirt and dust off of my car and other things.
Sure it makes it muddy, but how often do you walk in the dirt.
Rain refreshes the earth; it makes things green. It refreshes my soul as well.
Somehow, as the dust is rinsed off my car, the dirt and grime of so many days of striving is rinsed off of my spirit. I can sit and watch the rain, listen to the gentle drops and feel a coolness in the air.

I love autumn too. For me, it isn’t autumn unless it rains about as much as it doesn’t. That’s what happens when you grow up in New York (state) and go to college in Ohio; two places not known for sunny weather. (Or is it just me?)
Rain in autumn mixes with the layer of multi-colored leaves and gives off that smell that only comes in autumn. The smell of playing in a pile of dead leaves, the smell of playing football in the backyard with the guys, the smell of soccer games and soccer practice.

Rain is also a good way to mark the days. So many sunny days run together, but each drop of rain evokes a different memory. A Memory Walk during college, a soccer game in high school, the return trip from the Great Wall, a hostel in Kunming; a flood of memories.

Maybe I have been daydreaming a lot…no, I know I have been.
I have been reminded of so many things lately and I don’t know why.
I might be because it’s autumn