The Night Rain

August 9, 2007, 12:00 pm; posted by
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If I could have any weather-related wish granted, it wouldn’t be sun every weekend, or blizzards every winter Monday. The thing I’d like the most from the sky is rain — every night.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved the rain. I love watching the clouds roll in and feeling the winds pick up. I love the sound and fury of thunderstorms, the drizzle and drip of cloudy gray sky. But too much daytime rain can disappoint, cancelling plans, ruining picnics, driving us indoors to fight, fuss and discover all too late (E – A – M – P – L – E burning a hole through our rack) that our Scrabble game lacks an X.

There’s no such problem with night rain. Something about it just feels right. The sun slips down below the horizon, darkness falls silently and softly; then comes the breeze. The twinkling of stars above as a blanket of clouds slides in between. The soft and soothing sound of raindrops on the roof, or the ground, or the tent — starting slowly, picking up in intensity, a natural and refreshing rhythm. Watering the ground, carrying you off — so smoothly — to rest.

Lightning is much better in the dark. A strike miles away can reveal itself with a quick and silent flash, and then gone. The substance of things hoped for… Or perhaps a dream deferred.

I love this area because every month has its own unique flavor, a climatic treat that exemplifies the season. A midweek blizzard that closets the town in a blanket of pure white. A week of sixties and spring sun, drawing you outside for anything and everything. The biting chill of the cool autumn wind as it rips and whips down the red-orange maple leaves.

None makes me happier than the night rain.


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2 Comments to “The Night Rain”

  1. David on August 9th, 2007 5:18 pm

    Wow. That was beautifully written.

  2. Aarong on August 9th, 2007 8:18 pm

    Lightning is better in the dark. Aside from shocking contrast, it’s quite beautiful. Like nature is taking your picture.

    And yes, well written. I earnestly await the biting chill of autumn — which in these parts comes around November.

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