Rain Ghost

03 October 2007 · 2 comments

“Do you think it’ll rain” — Dad, whenever it rained heavily

It’s pouring outside. The autumnal Oregon rainfall set in two or three weeks early this year, taking away the last few days of September, and making early October swampish.

Right now the rain is roaring down in torrents outside my office window. Whenever it rains like this — whenever it is stormy — I’m reminded of my father. He loved this weather. All my strong memories of stormy days revolve around him.

I remember working with him outside in the rain, building things, digging things, burning things. I remember driving with him in the rain. I remember how he especially loved a stormy day at the beach.

At various points throughout his life, he owned a boat. In his final years, he kept this boat tied up in Astoria. I’m convinced that the only reason he did this was so that he could have a place to enjoy the storms of autumn, winter, and spring.

Dad has been dead more than twelve years now, and I don’t think of him on a daily basis. But there are certain things — songs, smells, occurrences — that will freeze me in my tracks, as if his presence were palpable. Stormy weather always does this. Always.

1 Mom October 3, 2007 at 15:30

Yes, and guess who else was out in the stormy weather with him, especially on the boat? I’m not particularly a rain fan myself, but I have gotten used to it for the most part, being an Oregonian for so long. Today’s torrents of rain made me a little bit grumpy, though, as I was ferrying Noah to and from preschool and I am always so very concerned about safety during those times. (BTW, in addition to storms, I’m sure your dad would have loved his grandkids!)

2 pdxWoman October 4, 2007 at 12:29

That’s a great post, JD. Isn’t it strange the things that make us think of important people in our lives who have “passed”? I can’t go on a long drive without thinking of my Grandmother, who moved in with us when I was about 12 and she was about 50. She loved road trips!

When the rain is coming down in buckets, my Dad always says, “5% chance of rain today.” Dads.

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