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Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “a rainy day.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the phrase “a rainy day.”
A rainy day as a kid meant taking off my shoes and walking in all the puddles I could find. A rainy day meant soup and a grilled cheese sandwich when I was young. Those days typically meant popcorn at night too.
In my teen years a rainy day meant I dreaded driving. I had coke bottle lenses and never felt safe driving in the rain. I loved baking cookies on a rainy day. Another chore I actually enjoyed doing on a rainy day was ironing. (I never claimed to be normal)
As a young mom, a warm rainy day meant playing in mud puddles in my back yard with my kids. I also loved to go for walks with my girls in their raincoats and umbrellas. It was such fun to get wet and be silly.
As a teacher, I disliked rainy days. We had to stay in with the kids, which meant no breaks. The elementary kids were much better than the middle school kids though. The middle school kids would scream and run outside in the rain and get wet. They were much more out of control than the younger kids. I will say though that my 6th graders were better behaved than the 8th graders.
On a warm rainy day in the summer as an adult, I still liked to bake cookies. I still liked popcorn at night while watching a movie. I still liked to iron too.
When I had my back patio redone, I had a swing hung outside. I learned quickly that I needed to have a cover put above the swing because the sun was too hot. I ended up picking out the long tin sheets as a cover. On rainy days, I loved to swing outside listening to the raindrops hitting the tin. I would sit out there if it was warm or cold because it was so enjoyable.
We haven’t had much rain for multiple years now. The drought has meant very few days to relish the rain. Any rainy day is pure joy to me. I don’t usually go out and swing now because my arthritis acts up terribly in the rain. I still enjoy looking at it though. I don’t bake cookies because I love them too much. I sometimes have popcorn. I rarely iron because I don’t buy things that need ironing. Now rainy days mean repeatedly drying Annie before she shakes herself off.