I stopped today to listen to the rain. I hadn't really heard it in a while. At first it was just a pitter patter. Weston and I saw it before we felt it because we both had our heads covered. Since I told him we couldn't go to the dirt piles yet (in case they were about to get too muddy) we sat down on our dirty little door mat and snuggled cheek to cheek just under the eave to listen. It sounded like home. "Weston" I said, "when I grew up, this was the sound I heard almost every day." I really appreciated the sound because I haven't heard it in so long.
There's a song I often listen to when I write by Arvo Part called "Spiegel im Spiegel". I just put it together that the walking repetitive piano part is so much like rain. We sat in silence for about 20 seconds.
Then Weston started rationalizing with me again how he really should be allowed to go to the dirt piles since the rain was so soft.
It stayed pretty grey all day and sure enough it became quite the downpour a few times. There's nothing constant and predictable about Alberta weather, and that's still hard for me to swallow because I grew up with such mild climate and gradual change.
So on this wet day I was very grateful to have my sleek Burgundy rubber boots and that they are still waterproof! I'm one of the few people in Rosebud who actually have a rain coat. It's a must on the West Coast, but most Albertans aren't too sure about soft rain attire. They either have winter coats or hoodies, -no slickers.
Rain, and the brown soggy leaves, and the greyness all make me thoughtful.
Dave met a student at the grocery store in Drum today who could only afford some milk and cold cereal. I couldn't put it out of my mind. People are struggling everywhere.
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