By cathy nethercutt
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It has always been a source of amusement to me…to think about such things as rain in the human scope of things… personification, I’m told. Why, do you suppose, are the simple things in life complicated by a mouthful of word—when a small bite would do as well?
Seems that, in the mountains especially, the weather has to push harder just to get up over them so it can move on—much like early natives and pioneers. By the time those heavy-burdened clouds have scrambled, pushed, pulled, and bumped to collectively force their way over the challenge, they must be entirely exhausted, willing to drop their burden of rain onto the mountain. Perhaps those clouds are seeking to punish the mountain for its rudeness in hosting them improperly.
Many times I have viewed the pouring rain as an army of sorts, pounding down with such force as to take the mountain by surprise. How those soldiers seem to scramble as soon as rain “feet” hit the ground, running. They seem to run to the low places, maybe gathering as a puddle to launch a wet attack on an unsuspecting mountainside.
Rain runs, screaming down the mountain, spraying and tumbling as it seeks the path of least resistance. Even though running so quickly, it still seems to take several twigs, leaves, and small rocks captive…abandoning some here and there, cast aside along the way, but taking some prisoners ‘til the end of the trek down the mountain.
I would expect by then, that rain, being extremely tired, is glad to see the swollen waters that wait at the bottom of the mountain. Waters that will courteously carry it on to another and another and so on—slowing somewhat during each shift in transportation. After such a momentous day of battle, some rain must be just too tired to go on, stopping for a well-deserved rest. Maybe they’ll even be able to “catch up” with long lost kin while there.
Finally, the conjoined waters have come to the calmer waters of the river and they ease in slowly to relax, much like easing into a hot tub. The thing seems strangely akin to leaning a chair back on the front porch after dinner to just totally give your body the time it would desire to accomplish the task of digestion.
I suppose that the rain would start thinking about taking a wife and settling down there for a while…then, finally, rain couples would embark on an ocean cruise to a honeymoon destination, and thoughts of their mountain marathon will slip quietly away.
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