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the beauty of rain

She exited the bus, a lightness to her step, a glint in the corner of her eye that had not been seen there for quite a while.

The rain had let up as she walked up a side street, as her mind ran over words – romantic words spoken and printed [darest she call them love letters?] A gentle smile turned up the corners of her mouth.

A block from the library the rain started up again. Light at first, not enough to prompt her to increase her stride or quicken her step, but quickly turned heavy. She continued on, seemingly unaware of the strength of the rain coming down.

Reaching the side of the Town Hall she became aware that her hair was half-plastered to her face, and inside the collar of her jacket rivulets of water ran down her collarbone. She stepped back into a sheltered wooden doorway to wait out the worst of it.

Standing in the alcove, watching the rain in the semi-darkness, watching as huge puddles formed in the gutters and the drains overflowed, all she could think of was how beautiful this all was, and how happy she felt right at this moment.

The rain finally eased off so she snuck into the next alcove to place a CD into the after hours chute, then continued toward the high street. Half-jumping over puddles at the kerbs, her hands tucked into her jacket pockets, her head slightly bowed against the rain, her mind kept skipping back and forth. She found herself laughing softly to herself, grinning at the world and everything in it.

By the time she reached the corner and turned onto the street lined with cafes, bars and boutiques she was laughing a little louder, almost shaking her head at the madness of it all, smiling widely at those she passed on the rain-soaked footpath. How strange this all seemed, but how amazingly great it felt. Skipping over the smaller puddles, tiptoeing through the larger ones, she made her way to the corner.

As she crossed the road at the lights it ran through her mind that anyone observing her at that moment might assume she was flushed from the cold and the rain, but she sensed it was another feeling emanating from inside her that was bringing a glow to her face.

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  • Photo11
    Photo11over 6 years ago

    Brings back a very wonderful memory almost similar to this. Beautifully written.

  • deliriousgirl
    deliriousgirlover 6 years ago

    JFC!!! Totally brilliant, m’dear!

  • ladyb
    ladybover 6 years ago

    Oh, your words are like melting honey..beautiful.

  • Bronwen Hyde
    Bronwen Hydeover 6 years ago

    thanks everyone :D

  • crowe
    croweover 6 years ago

    Very enjoyable Bronwyn. Wouldn’t it be grand if we didn’t need a catalyst to enjoy the rain.

  • thanks :o) i’m actually a fan of the rain in most instances, which is handy living in melbourne: the rainy city.

    – Bronwen Hyde

  • crowe
    croweover 6 years ago

    Oh don’t get me wrong. I love the rain. Gives us that wonderful sense of solitude and exile that we need from time to time. I probably didn’t make my point very well in my last post. I thought your character enjoyed the rain, the world (and everyhting in it) only because she was in love? I know it’s wrong to assume anything with good writing but that’s the message I got. My point was that it would be wonderful to reach that sense of heightened awareness without a catalyst. I take your point about Melbourne by the way :-)

  • oh, don’t worry, i did get your point and i would understand it seeming that the character only enjoyed the rain for that reason :o) ‘the character’ is actually myself: the piece was an autobiographical one from mid-2006. unfortunately i realised a few months later that i was in love with an idea, not with a person (long story), but my love of rain has withstood time. from watching thunderstorms on the front verandah in brisbane as a child, to listening to the rain on my corrugated fibreglass carport roof here in melbourne. the simple things are often the best, it’s just taking the time out to notice them :o)

    – Bronwen Hyde

  • crowe
    croweover 6 years ago

    I have a bit of a thing for storms and rain also. If you get a chance, have a look at my piece, “the day before D-Day.” Nothing better than a glass of red, a balcony and a storm.

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