Rain on the Lake
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Welcome to Bedtime Stories for Everyone, in which nothing much happens. You feel good, and then you fall asleep. I'm Katherine Nicolai. I create everything you hear on Nothing Much Happens. Audio engineering is by Bob Wittersheim. We give to a different charity each week, and this week we are giving to United24, a

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So be patient if you are new to this. I'll read the story twice, and I'll go a little slower the second time through. If you wake again later in the night, think back through any part of the story you can remember, or just push play again. Our story tonight is called Rain on the Lake, and it's a story about a sudden arrival of drops

and dark clouds on a spring afternoon. It's also about a brooch and a jewelry box, the smell of rain mixing with lake water, mist and lamps lit in the darkness, memories of rainbows and rowboats, and taking rest as showers move across the horizon. I was a full-time yoga teacher for over 20 years, and I know the power of intentional breathing.

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My stories will watch over you as you sleep. Take a slow breath in through your nose and let it out. Do one more. Breathe in and release it. Good. Rain on the lake. I thought all I wanted was sunshine after a long monochrome winter. The ice and snow and sky all mirroring each other. I thought I only wanted to see bright things

golden sunbeams and velvety green yards and bluebirds. But when I heard the rain falling on the roof this afternoon and felt the clouds closing in, I softened, relaxing in a way I hadn't lately. I'd been pottering around the house, following one small chore to another. A sweater laid over the back of a dining room chair.

led me up to the closet, where I'd started to sort through a jewelry box. I'd found a broken brooch and a watch in need of a new battery. They'd led me back downstairs to stash them in my purse, in the hopes I'd remember to take them to the repair shop on my next trip into town. In the kitchen, I'd tipped the dregs of the last pot of coffee down the drain.

and rinsed the carafe, then wandered into the living room with a dust cloth to wipe down the bookshelf and framed photos on the mantel. That's when the light began to change, and the rain sounded on the roof. I walked over to the window with a frame and a cloth still in hand and looked down toward the lake. The bright colors of spring were shaded over by thick clouds.

But rather than dimming my mood, it felt like a relief, like a cool cloth over tired eyes. More than a sprinkle, not quite a storm. A solid shower was spreading over the lake, and I became mesmerized, watching the surface of the water ripple and shimmer as it came down. I remembered swimming in the rain as a kid.

on days that had started out as hot and sunny, when a sudden shift of clouds would block out the bright day when raindrops fell all around me. One summer, we'd had a little inflatable boat, just big enough for me and my friend from down the street to fit into. We'd paddle around in the shallow water, pretending to be explorers,

adventurers discovering unknown species of fish and fowl. On days that the rain came, we'd bail out of the boat and flip it over. We'd swim under it, our heads poking up into the bubble of air trapped beneath the inverted seats. Our voices echoed funnily in the small space, and we'd been full of jokes that only made sense to us.

The sound of the rain on the keel made me feel cozy and safe, even while we stood chest-deep in water. At some point, a parent would begin beckoning us out of the lake, telling us to come wrap up in a towel and wait for the rain to pass over. But by then, the water felt warmer than the air, and we'd stall and weasel a few more minutes into the deal.

If the weather changed quickly, a rainbow might spread across the sky, something that seemed so much like magic. I'd stare at it with a bit of skepticism, as if it were a joke that would be revealed as such at some point. All of these thoughts had passed through my head in a few seconds, watching the rain fall.

on the lake. I found I wanted to get closer, to feel the air, to smell the lake as the drops came down, and I stepped out onto the back porch in my slippers. It was screened in and had just recently had its spring cleaning. The wicker chairs and tables were wiped down and the cushions laundered and plumped.

I realized I still held the photo and cloth from my dusting and set them on a table and went close to the screens. A fine mist of water landed on my glasses and cheeks and I laughed. I pulled my glasses from my face and wiped the lenses on my shirt but stayed close to the screens, liking the cool touch of the rain and the scent of the lake.

I could smell moss and waterlogged tree trunks. In the distance, the sky was even darker, and I thought this shower might actually become a storm, that lightning and thunder might literally be on the horizon. I wasn't cold, not yet at least, and I walked along the length of the porch, peering closely at the flowerbeds, drinking up all this good water.

then into the reedy line at the edge of the lake where I spotted a long-legged egret, bright white against the green and gray of the water. What was the experience of a bird or a fish on a day like today? If you have ever seen a horse running unrestrained on a beach, then you know the joy that animals can take in movement.

and I wondered what it might be like to soar near a rainbow, or to swim just below the surface as gentle rain fell. The sound of the rain rushing down suddenly doubled, and a gust of cooler wind raced through the screens. All right then, I thought. Enough. I'll go back in. I picked up the frame and my dust cloth and stepped back into the house.

pulling the door to the porch tightly behind me. I remembered a window open in a room on the second floor, and rushed up the stairs to nudge it closed. Small puddles lay on the sill, and I used my cloth to mop them up. On the way back down, I switched on a few lamps. I liked the gloom that the storm had brought, but I also liked a bit of glow here and there.

I think I was revisiting that feeling of being under the boat in the rain, a little pocket of a different kind of feeling in a sea of something bigger. I dropped my now-damp dust cloth down the laundry chute and set the photo on the mantle. If I tried, I knew I could come up with more tasks to attend to. But just now, the sound of the rain...

the blotted-out sun, the flash of lightning on the far edge of the lake. They all seemed to beckon me to my favorite spot on the sofa. I tossed a long blanket over me as I stretched out, turning onto one side and pulling a throw pillow under my head. I'd wondered about the joy of animals and movement, and now I thought of them at rest.

A scurry of squirrels cuddled together in the knot of a tree. Otter cubs napping on the bellies of their parents. All of us letting the rain fall around us as we slept. Rain on the lake. I thought all I wanted was sunshine. After a long, monochrome winter, the ice and snow and sky disappeared.

all mirroring each other. I thought I only wanted to see bright golden sunbeams and velvety green lawns and bluebirds. But when I heard the rain falling on the roof this afternoon and felt the clouds closing in, I softened, relaxing in a way I hadn't lately. I'd been pottering around the house,

following one small chore to another. A sweater laid over the back of a dining room chair led me up into the closet, where I'd started to sort through a jewelry box. I'd found a broken brooch and a watch in need of a new battery. They'd led me back downstairs to stash them in my purse.

in the hopes I'd remembered to take them to the repair shop on my next trip into town. In the kitchen, I'd tipped the dregs of the last pot of coffee down the drain and rinsed the carafe, then wandered into the living room with a dust cloth to wipe down the bookshelf and framed photos on the mantle. That's when the light began to change and the rain sounded on the roof.

I walked over to the window with the frame and the cloth still in hand and looked down toward the lake. The bright colors of spring were shaded over by thick clouds, but rather than dimming my mood, it felt like a relief, like a cool cloth over tired eyes. More than a sprinkle, not quite a storm. A solid shower was spreading over the lake,

and I became mesmerized, watching the surface of the water ripple and shimmer as it came down. I remembered swimming in the rain as a kid, on days that had started out as hot and sunny, when a sudden shift of clouds would block out the bright day, and raindrops fell all around me. One summer, we'd had a little inflatable boat,

just big enough for me and my friend from down the street to fit into. We'd paddle around in the shallow water, pretending to be explorers, adventurers, discovering unknown species of fish and fowl. On days that the rain came, we'd bail out of the boat and flip it over and swim under it,

our heads poking up into the bubble of air trapped beneath the inverted seats. Our voices echoed funnily in the small space, and we'd been full of jokes that only made sense to us. The sound of rain on the keel made me feel cozy and safe, even while we stood chest-deep in the water. At some point apparent,

would begin beckoning us out of the lake, telling us to come, wrap up in a towel, wait for the rain to pass over. But by then, the water felt warmer than the air, and we'd stall and weasel a few more minutes into the deal. If the weather changed quickly, a rainbow might spread across the sky, something that had seemed so much like magic.

I'd stare at it with a bit of skepticism, as if it were a joke that would be revealed as such at some point. All of these thoughts had passed through my head in just a few seconds as I watched the rain fall on the lake. I found I wanted to get closer, to feel the air, to smell the lake as the drops came down, and I stepped out,

onto the back porch in my slippers. It was screened in and had just recently had its spring cleaning. The wicker chairs and tables were wiped down and the cushions laundered and plumped. I realized I still held the photo on cloth from my dusting and set them on a table and went close to the screens. A fine mist of water

landed on my glasses and cheeks, and I laughed. I pulled my glasses from my face and wiped the lenses on my shirt but stayed close to the screens, liking the cool touch of the rain and the scent of the lake. I could smell moss and waterlogged tree trunks. In the distance, the sky was even darker.

And I thought this shower might actually become a storm. That lightning and thunder might literally be on the horizon. I wasn't cold, not yet at least, when I walked along the length of the porch, peering closely at the flowerbeds, drinking up all this good water, then into the reedy line at the edge of the lake.

where I spotted a long-legged egret, bright white against the green and gray of the water. What was the experience of a bird or a fish on a day like today? If you have ever seen a horse running unrestrained on a beach, then you know the joy that animals can take in movement. And I wondered what it might be like

to soar near a rainbow or swim just below the surface. As gentle rain fell, the sound of the rain rushing down suddenly doubled and a gust of cooler wind raced through the screens. All right then, I thought. Enough. I'll go back in. I picked up the frame and the dust cloth and stepped back into the house.

"'pulling the door to the porch tightly behind me. "'I remembered a window open on the second floor "'and rushed up the stairs to nudge it closed. "'Small puddles lay on the sill, "'and I used my cloth to mop them up. "'On the way back down, I switched on a few lamps. "'I liked the gloom that the storm had brought, "'but I also liked a bit of glow here and there.'

I think I was revisiting that feeling of being under the boat in the rain, a little pocket of a different kind of feeling in a sea of something bigger. I dropped my now damp dust cloth down the laundry chute and set the photo on the mantle. If I tried, I knew I could come up with more tasks to attend to. But just now, the sound of the rain...

the blotted-out sun, the flash of lightning on the far edge of the lake. They all seemed to beckon me to my favorite spot on the sofa. I tossed a long blanket over me as I stretched out, turning onto one side and pulling a throw pillow under my head. I'd wondered about the joy of animals in movement, and now I thought of them at rest. A scurry of squirrels

cuddled together in the knot of a tree otter cubs napping on the bellies of their parents all of us letting the rain fall around us as we slept sweet dreams