It’s Monday.
It’s raining.
Since 1975, Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.*
I’m drawn to the sound of the rain patter against my window. I want to lay down and let the rain wash over my face. The feeling of nature cleansing me; washing away the sad, the unforgiven, the angry, the guilty, the unfinished, the broken. Is it like baptism? Being claimed by the universe as whole and worthy and blessed to be a blessing to rest of the universe.
The cold and wet can punish and heal. It is both uncomfortable and refreshing. It is drowning and buoying. Water is the basis of life…or, the basis of my life, I suppose. Even my zodiac labels me as a water sign (if you believe in such things). I am happiest on the lake, near a creek or waterfall, or simply standing in my shower. There is a strength I absorb from water. It is how I breathe again after getting the wind knocked out of me. Water gives me my flow.
Even on my hikes, the days after a rain feel the most empowering. I can smell the undergrowth more. I listen to the droplets trickle down through the tree tops as the sun and wind try to dry the leaves. The colors are more vibrant. I am more vibrant. The speckled mud on the back of my legs feels like a badge of accomplishment.
“I blended with the earth today. I left my prints on her and she left her tears of joy on me.”
They’re not always easy. But I am thankful for rainy days…even when they come on a Monday.
*Artist: The Carpenters (1975)
Songwriters: Paul H. Williams / Roger S. Nichols
Rainy Days and Mondays lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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