I love rainy days as much as I love sunny days. There is
something about rain however that is so unique. There is stillness with the
hushed sound of rain on the leaves. The sound surrounds you. The leaves move to
the rain drops, tap, tap, tap. The puddles grow ever so slowly as the raindrops
fall and the expanding rings of water collide on the surface with each other.
The breeze blows gently forcing the raindrops sideways, Except for raindrops
and the breeze, there is very little movement from nature.
My fascination with rain, stems back to my childhood. When I
was little, my family and I along with three other families went on a vacation
to this remote destination where an old mansion stood. We were in three
separate vehicles, ours was third in the caravan. The hundred mile journey that
started late in the evening marched into the night as we came to the last five
miles of road that was all dirt. Steady rain had been falling most of the drive
as I kept counting the rivulets on the windshield.
The road became treacherous
with deep puddles filled with earthy brown water that splashed sideways as the
tires traversed through them. On and on the bumpy ride continued making me nauseous. We suddenly hit a large puddle that was deeper than anticipated and I heard my father
groan.
He was out immediately looking at the problem and I saw him carry the
spare from the trunk and in the driving rain with the wind blowing the trees on
to their sides, carry on the necessary work to get us back into a mobile state.
My mother kept telling him to come in the car. He finished the job and got back
in soaked to the bone. “you’re gonna catch a cold! She said. He smiled back at
her and looked over at me and said, “Its just a little rain.”
Many years later, I was awakened by the phone and was asked
to go to the hospital for a sick patient. Upon arriving, I was asked to scrub and go into the
operating room. My surgeon friend was there with a grim look on his eyes. About
all I could see between the mask and his head cover was his concern. The dilemma was pretty
obvious too. The patient was bleeding from small blood vessels everywhere. He was
in a full blown DIC (If you know what that is good for you, otherwise, just
know, it’s a real bad thing) From one o’clock that morning till the dawn broke,
both of us did everything we could. I, with my monitoring and recommending
blood products and medications and he with his cauterizing abilities. Finally
the storm broke. The pressures stabilized, the blood thickened and the bleeding
stopped.
Exhausted we sat in the recovery room sweat poring out and
little to say to each other. After a while as the outside hum of the morning
grew louder, he looked up and still no words came. I looked at him patted him
on his shoulder and said, “Its just a little rain.”
The next day as I was passing by that patient’s ICU room
door, I heard my friend speaking to the patient who was awake with his family
by the side. I slowed my pace and distinctly heard him chuckle, “Its was just a
little rain.”
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