In Others’ Words: Rain

“Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.” ~Roger Miller (1936-1992), American singer & songwriter

My husband Rob and I went for a walk last night, which is one of our favorite things to do. Heavy grey clouds hung overhead. And as rain dotted our driveway, Rob ran back inside our house and grabbed our all-weather coats.

A little rain wasn’t going to stop that walk.

“After all, we prayed for this rain,” I reminded him.

And so we had, as we prayed through the days of the Waldo Canyon Fire. While it’s 98% contained, it’s still a fire. As Rich Harvey, the Incident Commander said, firefighters say a fire is out when the first snow falls.

We walked. Talked a little. Prayed a little more. And rain pattered down around us.

A sense of normalcy … and gratitude … and even a bit of romance wove through our time.

Normalcy, because we were back home for the second night after evacuating our home, walking our familiar route.

Gratitude, because … well, for the same reason. We were home. And also because I was holding my husband’s hand. And we could talk … or not.

Romance, because I remembered other walks where we were young and in love and walking in the rain. And now we’re … older … and still in love.

In Your Words: When was the last time you went for a walk in the rain?

 

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15 Comments

  1. July 9, 2012, 6:02 am   /  Reply

    Love this. So glad you’re home. Thanks for sharing your walk. The three words hat came to me are love, faith, courage. Heard a quote yesterday, “Courage is not absence of fear–it is fear that has said its prayers.” I like that.
    Thanks, Beth.

  2. July 9, 2012, 6:18 am   /  Reply

    My daughter recently danced in a downpour fully clothed. It’s been years since I’ve done that. I’m so glad you are home! Thankful for answered prayers!

    A side: My father-in-law is Roger Miller and my husband’s name is Steve. Guess his family has a thing with being named after singers. 😉
    ~ Wendy

    • Beth Vogt
      July 9, 2012, 2:33 pm   /  Reply

      I remember playing outside in the rain when I was a kid — all the time. Now we are all concerned about being safe. We lose those memories playing it safe sometime, don’t we?

  3. July 9, 2012, 8:07 am   /  Reply

    What beautiful words and moments, Beth. I can hear your gratitude, relief, love, and so much more. Romance should be a part of marriage always – not just in the beginning. How wonderful that you live that out! I loved walking in the rain in Scotland. It was more like heavy drizzle, but it was heaven. It made me feel alive – probably because it was in the 40s. 🙂

    • Beth Vogt
      July 9, 2012, 2:32 pm   /  Reply

      What a treasured memory of Scotland, Donna. But it was in the 40s — in early summer?

  4. Loree Huebner
    July 9, 2012, 11:55 am   /  Reply

    Great moments for you guys!

    Just the other day we walked in the rain. We had to cut it short because it started to lightning…it was fun though.

    • Beth Vogt
      July 9, 2012, 2:31 pm   /  Reply

      Looks like I’m not the only one walking in the rain with the one I love (Keeping in tune with the musical theme Gabrielle started). And yes, I am reading the comments backward.

  5. July 9, 2012, 12:06 pm   /  Reply

    Here in Phoenix, we have what we call “monsoon season.” Monsoons are just basically rainstorms that occur in summertime, usually in the evening. The lightning is amazing and it’s a warm rain that refreshes. I love them.

    On our second date, my husband and I went for a walk in the park in July. It downpoured and we had to run to a nearby ramada. We sat and watched the brilliant lightning, and I felt like we were in Sound of Music. Except, regrettably, we didn’t dance around the ramada. Hey, it was only the second date. I didn’t want to scare the guy away. 😉

    • July 9, 2012, 2:27 pm   /  Reply

      Were you sixteen, going on seventeen? 😉 Now the song is stuck…

      • Beth Vogt
        July 9, 2012, 2:30 pm   /  Reply

        Thanks, now it’s stuck in my brain too …
        😉

      • July 9, 2012, 2:49 pm   /  Reply

        Haha, no, 20 going on 21. 😛 Guess it still could have worked…

    • Beth Vogt
      July 9, 2012, 2:30 pm   /  Reply

      🙂
      Such a memory you could have made, Lindsay!

    • July 11, 2012, 6:09 pm   /  Reply

      You wait, little girl, on an empty stage
      For fate to turn the light on
      Your life, little girl, is an empty page
      That men will want to write on

      [Liesl:]
      To write on

      [Rolf:]
      You are sixteen going on seventeen
      Baby, it’s time to think
      Better beware, be canny and careful
      Baby, you’re on the brink

      You are sixteen going on seventeen
      Fellows will fall in line
      Eager young lads and rogues and cads
      Will offer you food and wine

      Totally unprepared are you
      To face a world of men
      Timid and shy and scared are you
      Of things beyond your ken

      You need someone older an wiser
      Telling you what to do
      I am seventeen going on eighteen
      I’ll take care of you

      [Liesl:]
      I am sixteen going on seventeen
      I know that I’m naive
      Fellows I meet may tell me I’m sweet
      And willingly I believe

      I am sixteen going on seventeen
      Innocent as a rose
      Bachelor dandies, drinkers of brandies
      What do I know of those

      Totally unprepared am I
      To face a world of men
      Timid and shy and scared am I
      Of things beyond my ken

      I need someone older and wiser
      Telling me what to do
      You are seventeen going on eighteen
      I’ll depend on you

  6. July 9, 2012, 2:30 pm   /  Reply

    I’m so thankful you’re back in your home, walking your familiar route. I love rain, especially thunderstorms. To go along with Lindsay’s musical theme, I will have to add the song that came into my mind when I thought of you and your hubby walking hand in hand, smiling in the rain: “I’m singing in the rain, just singing in the rain, what a glorious feeling, I’m happy again!”

  7. July 10, 2012, 2:30 pm   /  Reply

    So glad you’re back home Beth!
    It’s been awhile since I’ve taken a walk in the rain, but I’m feeling a bit of the serene vibe after reading your post. Thanks 🙂

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