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Today I Love This Final Rain

tree limb down in the rain
More than just the rain fell last night

Today I love this final rain of Spring during the last full day of her reign of 2019. I love Spring so much and will be sad to see her go. I love Summer and that always makes the end of Spring easier to bear, but Springs work is harder, bringing the world from Winter’s left over scrap heap to Summer’s front porch and transforming it along the way so that it will fit in with Summer’s parties and happenings. I love that we must be satisfied with what has been done this far to be ready for Summer, since we are now forced to sit and watch the rain and do things indoors unless our work forces us out into the downpour, but I love watching the rain and I love the memories it brings me, the people I have had conversations with while sheltering from rain, some of them gone now from my life except when it rains and they wander back into my heart and take up those old conversations again with me. I love that days of sunshine seem often to run together into one long day and would become a stagnant memory to me without the punctuation of rainy days to parse them into reasonable life segments.

Today I love that there is a slim bit of hope that the rain might contain a window of opportunity for the dragon boat to go out tonight. I love that we are supposed to go out, rain or shine, but if it’s raining people don’t show up and I get to call them wusses. I love that they know I’m joking, you guys know I’m joking, right? You’re the best. I love that today I’m packing up my gear and getting ready to spend the weekend at the cottage. I love that I’m going to head up there tomorrow morning and get a head start on cottaging. I love that I will probably wear myself out and be exhausted by supper time tomorrow, just doing all the cottagey things.

Today I love that when a tree branch the size of a medium small tree came down next door last night, no one was hurt and nothing was damaged, even though a car is blocked in and buried under the smaller branches of the limb’s top end. I love that old tree and hope it is able to stay solid and keep going for a good long while yet. I love the constant circle of existence, where once a tree stood, another one grows, and another, and another and so on, while we believe we are unique and special, and yet we are just the latest crop, and some might say we’ve gone to weeds, yet we still love and so we are in some ways special. Today I love that there is love in my life.

Today I love sitting by the window,sipping my coffee, getting ready for my day, and watching the beautiful last rain of Spring.

Today I Love This Final Rain

Kelly Babcock

I was born in the city of Toronto in 1959, but moved when I was in my fourth year of life. I was raised and educated in a rural setting, growing up in a manner I like to refer to as free range. I live on the traditional lands of the Chippewas of Nawash in an area where my family history stretches back 6 or 7 generations and my First Nations friend's families go back hundreds of generations. I was diagnosed with ADHD at the age of 50 and have been both struggling with the new reality and using my discoveries to make my life better. I am a freelance writer and I write two blogs here at Psych Central, one about living with ADHD and one that is a daily positive affirmation that acts as an example of finding the good in as much of my life as I possibly can.

Find out more about me on my website: writeofway.

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Babcock, K. (2019). Today I Love This Final Rain. Psych Central. Retrieved on July 14, 2020, from


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