Writers’ Pantry #28
Sanaa tells us of the importance of rain in
her part of the world, and we’re inspired
to share our thoughts.
Submitted to Poets & Storytellers United
July 12, 2020
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“God’s doing his laundry”, my mother used to say
on rainy days. and so I looked with affection on
any rainy day. My grandfather, a farmer, often
mentioned rain in his grace before meals. “The
crops,” he’d say, “are mighty dry. Lord, we pray
you see fit for rain” And so I grew to know the
importance of rain in the farmland. Rainy days
were for inside work, a respite from the hard
business of wresting a living from the soil
on sunny days. My father would spend the day
in the “machine shed” where the farm equipment
was kept, tinkering with motors and some such.
Mother would busy herself with sewing, cleaning
or baking....and outside the rich, black soil would
quench its thirst and the crops, it seemed, grew inches
overnight. There’s a wonderful pungent scent released
by rain on thirsty soil. I remember it to this day, and
the mantle of peace that seemed to settle over our little
farm while God did his work.
