My Favorite Place
I love the rain. Now, you might be thinking, 'rain isn't a place.' You would be correct. But my favorite place is only my favorite place when it's raining.
We used to live in a house on a thin corner lot. Our house was long and thin. Our backyard was long and thin. We had plenty of space to play, but we had to run from side to side in the backyard. The best thing about the backyard, though, was the huge covered porch. It was half as long as the house itself. It was a lovely place to get out of the sun, sure, but when it started raining, it became an oasis. The world gets smaller when it rains, and our back porch was the best example. The rain-darkened back fence occupied most of the horizon, and the drips of water were a cozy curtain. I would sit on the concrete in the middle of the porch with my knees pulled up to my chest for a chin rest, and I would savor the rain. It's magic, how things are brighter even though the sun is tucked behind the clouds. In those moments, the world was just my porch. The best thing about my favorite place, though, is that someday I will replicate it, and bring it to life again all on my own, acting as creator.
We used to live in a house on a thin corner lot. Our house was long and thin. Our backyard was long and thin. We had plenty of space to play, but we had to run from side to side in the backyard. The best thing about the backyard, though, was the huge covered porch. It was half as long as the house itself. It was a lovely place to get out of the sun, sure, but when it started raining, it became an oasis. The world gets smaller when it rains, and our back porch was the best example. The rain-darkened back fence occupied most of the horizon, and the drips of water were a cozy curtain. I would sit on the concrete in the middle of the porch with my knees pulled up to my chest for a chin rest, and I would savor the rain. It's magic, how things are brighter even though the sun is tucked behind the clouds. In those moments, the world was just my porch. The best thing about my favorite place, though, is that someday I will replicate it, and bring it to life again all on my own, acting as creator.
Country Rainstorm by BreanneThalasa
How wonderful, Rachel! I do not love rainy days, but the sound of the rain at night on the roof... oh, I like that very much! There's a great story about the classic comedian W.C. Fields: he found the sound of rain on the roof very soothing, so later in life when he was old and in poor health, his wife would go out in their yard, get the garden hose, and spray water on the roof so it would sound to him like it was raining. I saw that in a biopic about W.C. Fields and never forgot it: what kind devotion! I am sure he would have enjoyed your porch. :-)
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