Despite cooler temperatures on Sunday this little guy was enjoying water play at the French Regional Park playground
Yesterday morning I went over to French Regional Park to take a walk. There were so many families out and about, walking, watching children play on the playground, and sitting on park benches. I wanted to say “Happy Father’s Day” to every guy I saw patiently playing or walking with children.
Falling Water
The weather forecast predicted rain all day yesterday, but there was more time when the rain was not falling than when it was falling. I was glad that families got to celebrate Father’s Day outside in nature.
At about 4 pm when we were getting ready to head to our youngest daughter’s house the skies opened and heavy rain pummeled everything in sight. Falling water everywhere! Despite the heavy rain we headed out, thinking that it would not last long. As we drove, traffic slowed to a crawl because you simply could not see the road ahead of you. The noise of the rain on the roof of our car was deafening. The awesome downpour went on for about 15 minutes and then gradually slowed and stopped.
By the time we reached our daughter’s house in Bloomington only a few sprinkles fell on us. Mother nature is amazing sometimes in her fierceness and then at other times with her gentle beauty.
This morning on my walk I noticed that the grass is already re-greening where it had begun to turn brown. The whole world feels new this morning, renewed and refreshed by rain.
With this morning’s cool temperatures I felt like I do when I’m up north in Minnesota in the summertime when brisk cool temperatures are often felt at the beginning of each day.
And as I often do, I found a poem by Mary Oliver today about the rain…
Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me
Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,
what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again
in a new way
on the earth!
That’s what it said
as it dropped,
smelling of iron,
and vanished
like a dream of the ocean
into the branches
and the grass below.
Then it was over.
The sky cleared.
I was standing
under a tree.
The tree was a tree
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,
and there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the moment
at which moment
my right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with stars
and the soft rain –
imagine! imagine!
the long and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.
— Mary Oliver
May you enjoy this beautiful world today and every day.
May you walk in beauty.
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