The Gift of Rain

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Rain on the Pane Pictures, Images and Photos

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the pitter-patter of long-awaited raindrops.

a slow, soft murmuring sort of morning; everything moving slowly.

snuggled in my warm bed with sheets desperately needing to be washed.

the scent of us, our family, wafts over me, making me almost weepy (like the rain).

darkness hovers outside, my lazy limbs linger in the pillowy softness, reluctant to rise and greet the day.

Every bone in my body rebels as I drift downstairs. Then I stand quietly, and through the window I watch drops of rain weighing down the daylilies.

Behind me, the girls are curled into the couch, cocoon-like. Snippets of Sponge Bob scatter through the room, interrupting my reverie.

I’m called back by the reflection of my round belly in the window pane.

So much depends…

                           upon this miracle baby.

She will love the rain, a gift I can open and present to her slowly–as I was never able to do with my babies before.

We will have the luxury of hushed, quiet moments together. Of taking our time together, not rushing.

And I will not feel guilty; my twins are fine despite having blurred, hurried introductions to rain, flowers, ladybugs, the majesty of trees, and a myriad of other glorious things.

Here I stand, rubbing my belly: anxiously awaiting the day when I will hold a tiny pink bundle in my arms and be able to give her gifts, the very same gifts that I love. Gifts of nature, of the earth.

The rain on the window pane.

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Joining the Lightning-Bug today (thanks to Chicken Noodle Gravy, where I first spied the prompt/idea and her beautiful take on it)!

This week’s prompt: the poem below by William Carlos Williams. “The Red Wheelbarrow” has long held an air of mystery and intrigue for me. It tells a complex tale with a lot hiding just below the surface. Take any word, image, or feeling evoked from “The Red Wheelbarrow” and turn it into your masterpiece. Let’s do things short and sweet: 300 or fewer words.

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens. –William Carlos Williams

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  • Kirsten

    Wllm Carlos Williams brings out the best in us.  Rain brings out the thoughtful in us. This was lovely.  And real. 

    • Anonymous

      Thanks, Kirsten! I have always adored that poem, so this prompt really spoke to me. So glad you stopped by!

  • http://www.facebook.com/people/Jo-Miller/1041410971 Jo Miller

    That was lovely `  gave me goosebumps  -  you captured the moment, exquisitely.  You helped me on my journey, reminding us of the precious and that there is always hope.  thank you.  I love the image of your belly reflected…Wonderful!  am going back for some more.
    xo

    • Anonymous

      Jo,

      Thanks so much! I am learning as I go. There is always hope, this baby has taught me that. But it doesn’t mean I’m not scared for what’s to come—about becoming a mother all over again and re-learning the things I’ve forgotten in the last 5 1/2 years…ack!

  • Terri Sonoda

    How I love the poem, your beautiful words…..and the rain!  I remember a time when my oldest was about 7, we lived in Texas and it hadn’t rained in weeks.  Suddenly, the sky opened up and there was a lovely downpour.  I can’t remember now why we did it, but we went outside and jumped into the pool together….clothes an all!  There was much laughter.  Gosh I miss that!  Thanks for opening up some lovely memories for me, my friend.

    • Ash

      I love this Terri! I so pegged you as the mom who dances in the rain with her kiddo. Aspirations :)

    • Anonymous

      I love that, Terri! I need to be more like that now. Laid back, you know? Hopefully I can with this little one…. xoxo

  • Anonymous

    *sigh* This made me feel all warm and fuzzy. LOVE the emotions and images your words evoked in me. My favorite line? “She will love the rain, a gift I can open and present to her slowly” Beautifully said…the thought of the rain as a gift is a lovely one. I also love the pitter patter of the rain juxtaposed against the sounds of Spongebob. Such a REAL thing captured through your words and descriptions. 

    Amazing job! So glad you linked up…I hope you’ll join us a Lightning and Lightning Bug again; I always love your words!

    • Anonymous

      By the way, the linky is open until Wednesday, so you can always still add your link to the list so that everyone can find it and enjoy. :)

      • Anonymous

        Oh, it’s still open? I am dumb then. Is it one linky for several prompts? Maybe that’s why I was confused….Thanks!

  • http://www.thekircorner.com Kir

    I got this, I felt every word of it, as the mom of twins, I know that ONE baby, One life to open and give and share would have been a luxury …and I hope that you are able to savor every moment of this new miracle baby.
    this was so beautiful Erin, your writing is so gorgeous and vivid.

    • Anonymous

      Thanks, Kirsten!

      I’m sure you’ll be hearing/reading lots about this ONE baby in the months to come. Although I don’t want to revert this blog back to a mommy blog…we’ll see. I just know people can get turned off easily by hearing about kids all the time. Help keep me in check, will ya?!?!?

  • Ash

    Gorgeous. I’m so excited for you and this little one I could squeal. You’re in my prayers every night, sending you thoughts of peace…even though, right now, I’m pea green over your rain ;)

    XO

    • Anonymous

      Thanks, Ash!

      How I miss our early mornings together. And so funny to think that she was already “there” when we started them…and then I got too tired. LOL! xoxoxo
      p.s. we had more rain today, it was heavenly. I tried to send it down to you, did it work?

  • http://profiles.google.com/twonormalmoms Ally Wilson

    Beautiful!

    • Anonymous

      Thank you, sweet Ally! ;-)
      Happy weekend!

  • http://profiles.google.com/twonormalmoms Ally Wilson

    Beautiful!

  • http://tiaras-and-trucks.blogspot.com Angela

    I love this.  I just adore how much you are looking forward to treasuring your one miracle baby, all the while knowing that the twins, despite splitting your attention never have to split your love, because you have an infinite amount to give. 

    • Anonymous

      Angela,

      You are a doll. Thank you so much for your sweet comments! I am grinning ear to ear! ;-)

  • http://www.misselaineouslife.com/ Elaine

    Beautiful.  I’m so excited for you to have her and to share with her so much of what you love. xo

    • Anonymous

      Thanks, Elaine! We’re awfully excited, too! xoxoxo

  • http://anothercookieplease.com Patty

    The softness of the raindrops matched your gentle words and I could visualize the tranquil setting in your home during those early morning moments.

    Absolutely lovely! 

    • Anonymous

      Thanks, Patty! Although I’m sure there will be many mornings to come when things are a lot less than “tranquil” around here. HAHA!

  • http://npoj.blogspot.com AwayWeGoNancy

    This is so soothing. Snugly, like a blanket on a day you so beautifully describe.

    I have had time alone with my youngest while oldest is at camp. And you’re right. Time to take him in, in enjoy him without distraction or schedules. It’s a gift.

    The timing of this little bean is simply meant to be. A surprise you never knew you needed.

    • Anonymous

      Nancy,

      I do need this surprise. I’m just not ready for the sleepless, crying all night part. And then there’s the unwashed hair and stinky boobs to contend with. ;-)

      xoxox

  • http://www.bellebeanchicagodog.com/ Liz

    I’m so happy that you are looking forward to special one-on-one time with the babe while the big girls are at school! YAY for a house full of girls!

    • Anonymous

      Liz,

      Yay for a house full of girls? I don’t know. WOn’t it mean lots of drama and boys coming over and also dealing with mean girls? Those are the parts that scare me. ;-)
      xoxo

  • Frelle

    This poem was lovely and evocative!! Lots of sensory and visual, and beautiful imagery, and depth of emotion I am inspired by you and your words :)

    • Anonymous

      Thank you, sweet Frelle! Coming from you, these are the highest of compliments. I’m so excited you stopped by to read! xoxo

  • Jdaniel4smom

    I loved seeing your view through this post. Your words are magical!

    • Anonymous

      JDaniel4smom,

      THANK YOU! this baby is magical all on her own. At least she is until she comes out and starts keeping me up all night. HAHAHAHHAHA

  • http://www.thingsicantsay.com shellthings

    You will have those sweet and calm moments with your baby!

    I feel like I never really had them with any of mine. My first was such an awful sleeper that I was just exhausted all the time. And then got pregnant when he was 8 months old. And then when the 3rd was born, I had a 2y/o and 3.5 y/o. It was all rush, rush, rush.

    • Anonymous

      Shell,

      So relieved to know I’m not the only one who rushed w/ other kiddos…I feel so guilty sometimes!

  • Dana @ CheckingPockets

    This was lovely. Nicely done.

  • http://twitter.com/juliecgardner Julie Gardner

    This was breathtaking, Erin.

    One of my favorite memories as a child was being in the back seat of the car in the dark at night driving home from some wonderful day with my family…I especially loved it if it was raining.

    I had so much faith in my safety, in my dad’s ability to navigate us home through the storm. I had no idea that there may be an element of danger.

    A child’s complete confidence in you is one of the best and most daunting aspects of being a parent. They believe in you so completely.

    And you are up to the challenge, Erin. Completely.

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