In my area, there has been a lot of rain over the past few days. A lot of rain. On my way to work this morning, I saw an office building that looked like it was sitting, partially submerged, in the middle of a lake. There was a traffic slowdown on that section of highway as hundreds of morning commuters were jarred out of autopilot by this improbable sight.
There is something that an almost-spring rain brings that was present today. A certain smell of earth reawakening, a softness in the big drops that makes you think of the verdant, growing things that are to come. There was a little bit of a thrill that ran through all of the conversations about the weather,speaking to a hint of danger in what is normally unremarkable.
For lunch, I took a business associate to that place I love so much. When we drove into the area I noticed that the bridge over the river nearby was filled with people. We got out of the car and peered over one side to see the effects of all the rain. What was normally a slow-moving river had been turned into churning rapids under the bridge, and the water level was high enough to make me second-guess parking my car on the bridge. Looking over the opposite side, we saw boats bobbing in the harbor. The other people on the bridge had cell phone cameras out, taking pictures and short video clips of the show that the river was putting on.
Thinking about that made me happy for the rest of the day. It wasn’t a fight, or a celebrity flashing her unmentionables, or a train wreck that was attracting their attention – it was a river, swollen with rain and rushing under the bridge beneath their feet.
So, Fabulous Thing #74: Paying attention to Mother Nature.