Rain Is an Invitation

Two short pieces on spring’s precipitation

Aabye-Gayle F.


Legs of a child wearing orange pants and black and white striped galoshes jumping in a leafy puddle.
“Rain is an invitation to play. To jump in puddles.” {Photo by Daiga Ellaby on Unsplash.}

Rain Is an Invitation

Rain quenches the thirst of the earth.

Falling like promises.

Drenching the dirt.

Rain is an invitation to play.

To jump in puddles.

To leap.

To wade.

Rain is like a second chance.

Cleansing every surface.

Making life fresh.

Rainy days make space for turning within.

They invite deep thoughts.

They inspire dreams.

Rain is an intensifier of fragrances.

Raising the scent of trees and all that’s green.

Rain soothes like a bedtime story.

It is the lullaby that lulls me to sleep.

Blurry lights through a window full of raindrops.
{Photo by Max Bender on Unsplash.}

Rainy Days Are for Introverts

I don’t mind rainy days, when the heavens give the earth a good rinsing — making sure to get behind the ears and eaves and to let the grass and trees steep in moisture until they smell even greener.

I don’t mind the gray skies or dark clouds obfuscating the sun’s brilliant wattage. I appreciate the opportunity to dress for warmth and take a cozy nap with the rain’s acoustic applause guiding me to slumber.

I like seeing the world fall wet, hearing the roll of tires on slick pavement, or smelling the dampening of the air.

I’ll accept the invitation to stay indoors, explore a book (or the depths of my own mind), and slowly sip a cup of tea with a tablespoon of honey in it.

Rainy days are for introverts — so conducive to solitude and thought. I like looking through my rain-kissed windows and pondering a soggy world. Watching the umbrellas that go by bobbing at quick pace, some bright, so many black, a few adorned with polka dots. Seeing a child approach a puddle and splash right through with a smile of defiance…