Rain, Rain, Go Away

Home. It is a concept of familiarity more than one of bricks and mortar. My kids did a great job building their lovely new home. The view of the lake outside my guest bedroom is so serene and calming to my spirit. Turtles bask on a small log and occasionally a fish jumps – spreading ripples in every direction.

Most of us got a little under the weather during this visit, starting with my grandson. I never used to get sick but since the year of the three highest stress events, a divorce, a wedding, and a death, I have no resistance to bugs what so ever. They slay me with one easy stroke. I hope to regain my stamina in time, but for now, I hack and cough and – want to go home.

Why? I have family here to share the misery with. I suppose it is because it is familiar. It took me six years to really feel at home there and now, when I’m sick, that is where I want to be. Now, hot tea is hot tea. Go figure. The good news is, we’re all feeling better and now we can get out and enjoy the warmth. (I hear there is a blizzard in Colorado.)

It rained hard Monday which helped take the sting out of not going to the park with my grandson due to all three of us being sick. He and his mom and I all have residual coughs. Fortunately, my grandson has a passel of new birthday toys to play with so he didn’t even notice the change in plans. Life always works out.

We are almost to the shortest day of the year and I love it when that happens because for the following six months I know the days are getting longer instead of shorter. It is life affirming for me. I move over to the top of my mental calendar and gaze across to summer. Despite what the Mayans thought, it is coming!

I know the earth rests in winter and falling snow means water next summer. We are all part of such a simple cycle. I wonder then, why we sometimes choose to make it so difficult? Why do we foist our expectations on others? And my worst sin of all, forgetting to treat those closest to me – the best, most especially with my words. We humans are very selfish creatures with very short memories. Take some time today to count your blessings and let the rain fall where it may.

About Barbara K Tyner

A graduate of UCCS with a degree in English Lit., Barbara writes Children's Literature as well as mainstream fiction. Her popular children's series, The Badger Books, is co-authored with Barbara's daughter, Laura. Her first novel, "Wait Here, Wait There" deals with grief and Alzheimer's. Her second novel, Rhyaden, a middle grade fantasy released Nov. 2018. Gardening, exploring National Parks, Kayaking, hiking, and snow-shoeing top her list of favorite hobbies.
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