Caught in the Rain by Stephanie Stamm

Steph_2 copy (2)Here in Michigan, we’ve had quite a bit of rain lately. For the last couple of weeks, forecasts have called for storms or scattered showers most days, particularly in the mornings and evenings. And that was true for the Labor Day weekend. A friend of mine was visiting from Chicago, and it rained on us pretty much every day he was here. In fact, we got caught in the rain twice.

On Saturday, we went for a walk at the local nature center. We said hello to the red-tailed hawk and horned owl that were healing in cages and then wandered along the trails. Other than trees and flowers, we mostly saw squirrels, but we did watch a hawk fly out of the woods and swoop over a meadow. At first we thought he was hunting for prey, but he never dove into the grass to grab a snack. He just swept over the field and into some more trees. At the homestead farm, a couple of miles from the interpretive center where we had parked, we visited with an alpaca, a pig, and some goats. We had just returned to the trail to head back toward the interpretive center when the sky opened.



It was actually kind of fun getting soaked. The only problem was that I had trouble seeing, because, well, my glasses don’t have windshield wipers. Plus, the rain kept dripping from my forehead into my eyes, bringing the sunscreen I’d put on with it, and that made my eyes burn. I resorted to using the back of my friend’s shirt to wipe my forehead and eyes. I asked permission first; he didn’t mind. Anyway, there were few dry places on us by the time we made it back to the car, laughing about our soggy adventure.

Then, on Monday, we walked from my neighborhood to the downtown area. It was cloudy and we knew it might rain on us again, but we decided to take our chances. We made it to the shops we’d been interested in poking around. They were closed, but the owners of one were inside waiting for a repairman, and they let us in when they saw us checking out their window displays. From there, we walked a few more blocks to a coffee shop. We were safely inside sharing a bagel and drinking iced lattes, when the rain hit. We sat the shower out and then started home. We were four or five blocks from my house when the rain came again, not too bad at first. When we were about a block away, it turned into a downpour. I laughed. Seriously? We were so close.


When did playing in the rain stop being fun? As adults, we put on our rain coats and put up our umbrellas, trying to protect ourselves from the water falling from the sky. As a kid, I begged my mother to play in the rain. Well, okay, I didn’t usually have to beg. As long as it was warm enough, my mother had no problem with me running barefoot through the yard, laughing and getting drenched. My dad used to call us outside to watch thunderstorms. And when it was too cold to play in the rain, I spent hours sitting on our front porch, wrapped in a quilt, watching and listening to the water fall. I wish I had a porch so I could still do that.

I’m glad my friend and I got caught in the rain. I needed to be reminded of how much joy can be found in surrendering to the elements. The next time I’m home during a summer rainstorm, maybe I’ll run outside and do circles in the back yard.



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Stephanie Stamm is the author of the New Adult/Young Adult urban fantasy A Gift of Wings(The sequel, A Gift of Shadows, will be released late 2014.)








She has also contributed stories (one fictional and one true) to the following volumes:

Undead of Winter Front Only Into the Storm Cover


20 thoughts on “Caught in the Rain by Stephanie Stamm

  1. Your comment about watching thunderstorms brought back childhood and teenage memories. My sister and I would sometimes spend Saturday nights (or any night during the summer) at our maternal grandparents. This was in NE Ohio, a small town in Wayne County, Rittman. It had two plants, the Boxboard and Morton Salt, which employed most of the men in town including our Grandpa Frog. Come evening in the summer when the temperatures began falling, we’d head to the front porch and sit on the swing and sometimes read the Wooster Record. Off toward Akron and Barberton, we could sometimes see dark, roiling clouds gathering, portending a coming thunderstorm. Lightning would light up and sky, and we’d count the seconds off until we heard the thunder. When the wind began gusting, that meant the rain would soon spill from the clouds. If we were lucky, we could remain out on the swing and enjoy nature’s wildness, but often the wind would whip the rain against our faces and we’d retreat back into the house. Thanks for summoning those old memores.


    1. What great memories, Mike! I can remember counting between the lightning and thunder too–and watching the rain come sweeping across the fields sometimes. I grew up in Kentucky. I still love thunderstorms.


  2. Stephanie,

    I loe walking in the rain. If it is a long walk I do take the umbrella, but short jaunts, no way. There is something so calming and refreshing about rain and storms, well they are icing on the cake. Even sat through the tail end of a tornado. (That’s a whole other story). Walking light snow is also fun, but then it is pretty warm here, even when it snows.

    I’m glad you had a chance to re-experience the joy of walking in the rain. Here is to many more fun ‘walks’. Doris


    1. Thanks, Doris! I’ll go for walks if it looks rainy, and I’ve been sprinkled on a few times. It had been a long time since I was caught in a downpour though. But your plan sounds like a good one–just to go out and purposely walk in the rain. The tornado though? Hmmm… not sure about that one. 🙂


  3. Stephanie, We got caught in the rain too, on the beach. Since we had our swimming clothes on it didn’t matter. It was fun. We went to a pier restaurant, and set n the back sunroom to watch the ocean. We got to experience the rain inside. Several places around our table leaked. Fun. I love the raining photos. Thanks for an enjoyable blog. Cher’ley


    1. Thanks, Cher’ley! I love that it even rained inside! I’m not usually a .gif fan–the repetitive movement can make me a little crazy–but for the rain images, they seemed perfect. Still shots just didn’t cut it. 🙂


  4. I was born in MI and remember the warm summer showers (and the scary thunderstorms). Unfortunately, rain in CA is a winter phenomenon and it’s usually too cold to enjoy getting wet. The only time I’ve experienced a warm rain in recent years is in Hawaii.
    Fun post.


    1. Thanks, Kate! I grew up in Kentucky, where we had lots of summer showers. This year has been pretty wet–in Michigan and in Kentucky where my family still is. But this has been the year for reigniting my love of rain and thunderstorms. (Is that too odd a metaphor–that something about rain could be (re)ignited?)


  5. Beautiful and inspiring post, Stephanie! I really enjoyed it! I loved the rain until we moved to Oregon. 🙂
    I smiled when you mentioned your dad calling you outside to watch a thunderstorm. It sparked a memory that I hope is real. (Some of my early childhood memories are unreliable.) I was at your house and a huge dark cloud rolled in. Instead of making me go inside, your dad told me to stop and watch it as it moved toward us. He even shushed my mom when she tried to make me come inside. We stood there, listened to thunder, watched the lightning, and felt the first few drops fall. He held my hand the whole time. Then he picked me up and carried me inside where again he shushed my mom when she complained because she didn’t bring a change of clothes for me. I think he said something like “It’s just a little water. It’ll dry.” I think I was around 5 or 6. Thank you for sparking that memory.


  6. Love the pictures you included, Stephanie! As a child I loved the rain and if it was summer my siblings and I spent time under the waterspout at the eave of the roof and clomping around in mud puddles until we were entirely soaked. Somewhere along the line I became irritated when it rained, but that was generally because I was all dressed for work and my hair cannot stand humidity of any kind before it goes flat. Reading your post I realized I’ve really always loved the rain. Just like in Michigan, in Wisconsin it has been raining a lot too. We spend most of the time at our camper and it’s so relaxing to fall asleep to the pitter patter of the rain on the roof. I take our little dog out in the morning because I get up before my husband. Lucky for me I have a big old gardner’s hat in the camper and a nylon jacket. I sure looked cute with my black crocs and pajama bottoms, and I enjoyed every minute of it!


    1. Your description of your dog walking outfit made me giggle, Linda. 🙂 The house I grew up in had a metal roof, and I (we) always loved the sound of the rain on the roof. It was great for falling asleep.


  7. Fun post. I often wish I could forget about having to be “put together with dry hair style” and just go walk in the rain. Today I walked in the wet snow just a bit after getting my hair cut at the salon. It was fun. I watched a dog having a great time, totally oblivious to the snow and envied him. I also remember, as a teenager, carrying drenched lambs home from the pasture when a cold rain storm threatened the health of our flock. I was truly water-logged and beat after that day. It didn’t seem so fun that time.


  8. Stephanie – That’s a pity about the rain marring your day but sometimes it’s fun to be caught out! In Scotland we hope for sun and days of no rain. It’s not to be relied on though, so an umbrella is as common an item to take as a purse. Your images are extremely impressive. I must learn how to do that sometime. 🙂


    1. Thanks, Nancy! On the one trip I’ve had in the UK (back in 1986), I carried a small travel umbrella in my purse, so it was with me at all times. And I needed it a lot. 🙂 I didn’t make the images myself, I found them on the site I credit at the bottom of my post. They were already gif-fed. I don’t know how to create one–though I suppose there are probably instructions on the internet. I must ask the Google; the Google knows all. 😉


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