After a hot, dry and Windy Summer, Rain has finally arrived. I woke to the sound of Wind and Rain beating against the windows this morning...and I will be forever thankful for it.
If the weather never changes, life, for me, becomes rather humdrum. There are not many people who dislike constant Sunshine, but I am one. Perhaps it is because I grew up on the Coast, where lashing, cleansing Rain is very common. Sun is the one who hides on the Coast.
Lifelong residents, here in the dry Interior of the Province, begin to dislike Rain after a couple of hours of it. I've lost count of the number of people I've run into who comment very strongly that they've had enough! It is beyond their imagining, I think, that one could actually enjoy the slipping, sliding drops of Rain which fall with such unerring accuracy upon one's body...the ones which find an opening in outerwear and tickle.
Rain has some disadvantages, for us, at the moment. We are in the middle of placing utilities in the new Woodworking Shop Graham is building. This includes digging a trench from the house to the Shop, in which to place gas and electricity lines.
Well. For the first time in months, the Heavens opened on the day the closure of the trench was to occur. Rain fell in sheets...not just for a short time, either.
Our contractor had already dug the trench previously. The gas and electricity lines were in place. On this day, since UV rays can affect the cover to the gas line, it became imperative to close the trench quickly.
But it had begun to Rain in the aforementioned sheets.
The Soil, over the Summer, had shrunk and dried with not a teaspoon of Water anywhere close to the surface. I personally thought the contractor would have no problem for hours, even with the torrent of Rain.
But within seconds, the Soil had turned into a gluey, slippery slick mess. It clung to everything...my shoes gathered the mud, giving me at least six more inches in height. The excavator slid from side to side, trying, without success, to gain purchase.
All within minutes. The excavator gave in...to tackle what should have been a simple fill, another day. Soil here has properties all its own.
During the same Storm, Rain held Graham back as he struggled with placing the panels of metal for the roof. A hole had been cut for the chimney, letting in Water, which leaked upon the stove. Again, there was some measure of urgency which required him to be on the roof, in heavy weather.
There was danger involved here, however, and I am sure only Graham's extensive Mountain and Rock-climbing experience brought him down safely. My heart was in my mouth as I watched, even as I intuitively knew he would be alright.
More and more moments of pure "knowing" are occurring these days. Perhaps they were always there and I am only now becoming proficient at drawing upon them, but lately...!
I have discovered I have only to visualize a thing...and it arrives. If I am looking for something and ask for help, I will find it within minutes. If I want a person to call...he or she will get in touch. It felt odd, at first...and now I mostly accept each occurrence with an extension of gratitude to the Powers-That-Be.
Yet, these are all, without a doubt, small things...small miracles. Big things, things which have many strings attached, are beyond my ability. I cannot stand aside for these things, as yet. If it matters to me a great deal, I tend to meddle in the purity of the vision.
But the pure "knowing" if an event will turn out favourably or badly...this ability seems to never leave. It is an inner barometer.
Just now, the weather barometer calls for more Rain. Thunder and Lightning is predicted. But just at this moment, Sun has found a break in the thick, dark cloud cover...and has shown what Rain has really done.
Every item, from our home to the lowliest Bush, shines and sparkles, water droplets winking and blinking their scintillating smiles everywhere.
Mother Nature has been cleansed and rinsed clean.