By: Terry Gassett
I own an umbrella. It’s a pretty purple one with French designs printed on it.
My daughter found it displayed in a rack, partially hidden by all of the other merchandise begging to be picked up, oohed and aahed over, and hopefully found too useful not to purchase. I’m so glad she didn’t miss this one – it’s the perfect gift for this Francophile, and I absolutely adore it! As decoration. And to shade me from the sun.
But never for shielding myself from the rain.
It’s raining now as I write this post. Actually, it’s pouring. One of those afternoon thunderstorms that are so prevalent in the South. I don’t mind at all. I’m one of those people who actually like rain. I love the smell of it, the sound of it, and the feel of it on my skin. I always have. And I’m sure I always will.
My earliest memories of rain were formed while living in the hot, humid, near-tropical climate of New Orleans. Most days during the summer, when the daily reading threatened to burst the thermometer, and the clouds could no longer contain any more precipitation in their pockets, the sky seemed to literally break open, and rains of near torrential proportion fell down. The rain would pummel the city for 20 minutes to an hour and then dissipate as quickly as they had appeared, leaving behind more heat and humidity, overworked drainage systems and flooded streets.
The flooded streets soon drained off, leaving behind puddles of rainwater. Lots of puddles and pools of standing water. These puddles seemed to have some natural ability to summon all of the neighborhood kids simultaneously, and we would bolt outside, head straight for the nearest puddle, and spend the next couple of hours gleefully splashing from one to the next.I think those childhood afternoons probably hardwired my brain to associate rain with play. Click To Tweet
Eventually, I outgrew playing in the puddles, but not my love of rain. As a teenager, many Saturday and Sunday afternoons were spent curled up on my off-white French provincial canopy bed during afternoon thunderstorms, lost in the world of fascinating characters like Anna Karenina, Jane Eyre, and my personal favorite, Scarlett O’Hara. I soon became those characters (at least in my romantic teenage daydreams), and I lived vicariously through them.
Rainy days and reading just seemed to go together then, and they seem to go together now.
As a young adult, I began working as a legal secretary at a large law firm located in the middle of New Orleans’ Central Business District. At lunchtime, several of us would walk blocks on the cobblestone streets (in our high heels) to one of the many famous restaurants for a much-needed break and a gourmet meal. Many would carry an umbrella with them in case it rained, which more often than not it did. I always preferred not to, because, for the most part, the buildings were close enough together than you could run from one building to the next and not lose cover.
Except if you crossed the street. But in those instances, there were always eligible handsome young professional men who were eager to share their covered space with you, so it often proved to be an excellent way to meet eligible bachelors!
I did eventually meet a handsome eligible bachelor. Not during a rain shower or under an umbrella, but a handsome bachelor nonetheless. I married him.
And he carries an umbrella when the weather forecast predicts rain.
All these years later, since I still don’t carry my own, my husband being the gentleman he is, offers to share his when it’s raining.I accept his shared cover if it’s really raining hard, but otherwise, I refuse it, choosing instead to run between the raindrops, enjoying the sensation of them splashing on my face and skin. Click To Tweet
And enjoying the fond memories of those daily torrential rains at noon in New Orleans.
And the lovely French umbrella my daughter bought me? Why, it’s on display, as all items of beauty should be.
Bio: Terry Gassett
Jesus Follower, Wife, Mother, Nina, Life Coach, and Writer. I was born and raised in the “Deep South” and I still live and work there. Married to my heartthrob for over 30 years, we have three grown children, three granddaughters (two who are twins!) and a Chi Chi/Jack Russell perpetual pup.
I am a Life Design Coach and I work with Creative Christian Women to design lives of purpose, passion, and joy!
When not listening to women’s hearts through the coaching process, I am expressing my own through writing. Currently, I’m writing my first book – “Breathe, Just, Breathe: Breathing in the Extraordinary Gifts of God on Ordinary Days.”
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