“If you want to see a rainbow you have to learn to see the rain.” ~ Paulo Coelho, Aleph
Sixth Avenue, NYC | Photo by ♥ N o v a
It was a dark, damp, cold, and rainy day. I wanted to go outside for lunch today, but decided to stay inside the office instead. It is nice to walk in the rain on warm summer days, but not so fun in the winter when the raindrops feel like ice daggers stabbing your skin.
Rainy winter nights are perfect for staying home and curling up under warm blankets, with a cup of warm liquid in front of a fireplace.
My apartment in New York is small, although quite big for city standards. What I miss the most about living in the suburbs is the spacious living area. I have no fireplace here, and the rain makes me nostalgic for the house in which I grew up.
I remember a lot of evenings of when I was young, and how my family dealt with being relegated to the indoors because of torrential rainstorms. We would sit around the kitchen table and play board games. My favorites were Boggle and Monopoly. I recall one afternoon when my whole family was home. We were living in prairie land Nebraska, and it was during tornado season. The high winds and powerful rain pellets knocked out the power, and so we lit candles and tried to wait out the storm. For entertainment, we had an hours-long Monopoly match. I was always a sore loser and wanted to win. Unfortunately for me, my father was very competitive and so it was from those sessions where I learned to accept defeat. It was during those times when we were trapped in the house that, looking back now, my mother was always so happy. Maybe if it were not for the voice of Mother Nature telling us to slow down, we might not have ever stopped home long enough for all of us to be present at the same time. Since my mother was a stay-at-home mother, she was home alone for most of the day, with me and my siblings off to school, and my father at work. She must have loved bad weather for it had forced us to be all together at home. I have many fond memories of her chicken and rice soup that was a staple for when the weather was bad. It is from those experiences and those memories that make me love staying home whenever rain comes my way. For me, rain has always equated to home and warmth, and whenever I am in a relationship, I look forward to staying home with my partner, cooking together, watching a movie together, or making love to the sound of the raindrops on the windows.
After the rain has left, I look forward to seeing the rainbows.