Rain on a tin roof…What could be more consoling?
I happen to love the rain and right now it is raining in Florida, so I am one happy lady!
Rain…some people like it and some people don’t.
We know and understand the need for rain …so for farmers …unless it is a flood produced by too much rain, they really look forward to the moisture filled clouds.
And if you add sitting by a window…well, it doesn’t get any better than that…in my book and no pun intended!
We lived in Seattle for a couple years and I really did not mind the rain….because it was a rare occasion that produced a hard rain.
Most of the time, the rain consisted of a mist.
The way I looked at it was like this….if I could take Jesse James out for a walk… and not need an umbrella….then it was only a mist!
If my hair is not dripping wet…the rain is only a mist…and that was most of the time I lived in Seattle. haha!!
The Captain and I used to laugh at the weatherman on the television stations in Seattle, because they counted the lightning strikes and it was always in the single digits.
Most other parts of the country have lightning strikes in the triple digits. 🙂
And Florida is no exception….but I digress.
Lightning aside….which is a different story…
….I love to read, and a rainy day seems the perfect time to grab a good book, a light blanket and curl up by a window and get lost in the pages of a mystery novel.
If you close your eyes, you can travel to distant places.
I enjoy the “smell” of the pages of print. I like to touch the coarse or slick pages, depending on the book.
Ahhhhh, it takes me back to my childhood, to another place in time.
Reading can do that to you…you can visualize places far away and see, feel, hear and smell the sights and sounds as the letters jump off the page and into your reverie.
For me, It is magical!
It was called “The Long Winter” and although the weather was a blazing hot Kansas day, I actually felt the cold chill as Laura related her story of the daily life of snowy blizzards on the prairies.
In this story, it was so, so, so cold…. the family found themselves snowed-in at their farm for months…. and were not able to have Christmas until the May thaw.
Can you imagine???
And I felt that cold air…..just as Laura Ingalls Wilder described it.
A good author can do that for the reader.
Transform them to that place and time!
After I took the above picture….I couldn’t resist opening the well worn cover to touch the inside pages and to gaze longingly at the simply drawn pictures of Ma and Pa, Mary and Carrie.
In case you are curious, and even if you are not…I couldn’t help but put the book to my nose and breathe in another place and time.
Do you like to read books and smell the pages?
Good! Come sit by me!
I am glad I am not the only one. 🙂
Have a great and blessed day.