Game Changer

Game Changer On the farm, rain, that essential element, became the most welcome interruption in our work-worn days. If we woke to the sound of rain pinging on the old tin roof, happiness flooded our dreams. Rain flooding over water troughs, settling dust in dry, thirsty gardens, splashing into puddles on dirt roads, filling barrels placed by the back door. “God is washing the earth,” Mother would say. Dad would frown, clear his throat, grab the milk bucket, and head for the barn. Pets and work animals alike, settled in for a day of leisure. We joined them in lazy anticipation of a “do nothing” day. We greet rain today with worry, facing traffic congestion, wet feet, and a long, slow drive to work. No longer do we enjoy such a thing as a “day off” because of rain. But I still love the sound of it pinging on the roof as I fall asleep.