I am Grateful for Rain

I am grateful for rain.

Yesterday the clouds gathered, pushing up from the horizon, their bellies darkening.  I stood on my roof, the soles of my feet cold on the white metal and felt the first raindrops fall on my lips and eyebrows.  The air seemed to ache as thunder rumbled across it.

I can think of no better smell than rain.  The pungent smell of pine and grass gets released into the air as if sprung from the plants as the drops fall.  I am grateful to be outside so I can smell the earth.  Rain makes me want to run.  I want to run barefoot through the woods, over logs up to the sandstone ridge and watch the water run down the rocks.  I am grateful I have feet to run.

PICT0009There is no better sound than rain running on my roof, splashing down and hitting the mud and I am grateful I have at least one good ear to hear  our desert’s sweet caress as we call out, “At last, the rains have come again.”  Even the vulture flies for cover, his wings pounding the air as he lands in the cottonwood.

The rain sounds wonderful pounding the glass, and the only rival is right after, when water drips from the willows and the soil smells like life, so achingly full of life.

White light hits the rocks so clean and electric, contrasting with the piercing dark blue, afternoon sky where the vulture leaves his shadow. 

And I am grateful.






(words and photos by ella jaz kirk)

7 Responses to I am Grateful for Rain

  1. On this Thanksgiving Day.. I would like to thank Patrice.for sharing Ellas creativity and poetry. the pictures music. you helped shape the ideas.. and creative spirit.. that blessed all of us. Now take the time to look and listen.make the time to look and listen. To what nature has to offer us all of us. And give thanks to your great creator.. each and every day.. Peace be with you all..

  2. Beautiful, Patrice, thank you. I was blessed to smell the beginning of rain with Ella on Passover night, and hear her share with me that it’s her favorite smell.

  3. I never met Ella but I have learned to know her and love her through friends of Silver City and my family. Namely the Malhs ,Grace and Rebekka Van Ness. Nadine Frymann. Grace’s Great Grandmother

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