The Carolina Rain

–  About Life, Love And Living

The Carolina rain is like no other; you can see it starting out over the distant salt marshes.  It makes the view seem soft as if it were a watercolor in soft pastels.  The colors are muted and the lines faded, more dreamlike rather than sharp and clear, as if we were looking through a veil of fine linen.

A rainy morning can calm our spirit and slow us down, urging us to stop and reflect upon its beauty and serenity.  A book is always better when read on a front porch with a gentle misty rain muting the noise of the world and the gentle rocking of the high back rocking chair.  Time truly slows down, and you seem to have all the time you need.

You notice the smell of the Gardenias and brilliant colors of the Hibiscus.  You realize that those beautiful sounds are the birds singing, a symphony of tones and pitches.  The Carolina rain has a fragrance like Bergamot, Pine, and Cedar.

If it were a perfume you would wear it to remind you of this moment in time.

It is a time I come back to often when I hear the rain.  It reminds me of a young boy playing on the porch and the rain pattering on the tin roof or getting caught walking on the beach.  You say I am already wet so let us walk in the rain and splash in the puddles.  It is like the first time we walked hand in hand under the umbrella, alive in the moment without a care of tomorrow.

The Carolina rain is an important part of our life and culture in the south.  It is part of the painting, just as the oak tree and salt marshes provide the landscape of our life in the Lowcountry.  Rain feeds our rivers, helps our flowers to bloom, and gives us a reason to sit on the front porch.

We live a fuller life when we slow down and notice the beauty around us.  If we ignore the majesty of life, the good and noble part of us goes unnourished.  Take the time to embrace life and the moments remembered and cherish them for a lifetime.


Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler
Awaken the possibilities … then unleash them. After 55 years of successful retail management, I have returned to my passion of writing. I write Poetry, Storytelling, and Short Stories. As a child, I grew up on front porch storytelling. I would sit and listen to my Dad and his brothers tell these great stories that were captivating, and I always wanted to hear more. I wanted to experience the things they talked about. I started writing at a young age and reading everything I could get my hands on. At twelve years old I started a storytelling group and several of my friends became writers or poets. At 16 I hopped box cars and worked the tobacco fields, orange groves, picked cotton, and spent many nights around a campfire listing to life stories. Someone once asked me why I wrote. It consumes an amazing amount of time and I assure you it is not going to make me rich. I write so that my children can touch and feel my words telling of the ones that came before us and the stories they told me. These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance at least they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind. I am a Columnist & Featured Contributor, BIZCATALYST360 and I have The Writers Café, a group on LinkedIn that features Poets, Writers, Artists, Photographers, and Musicians . On Facebook I have two groups and one page; Dirt Road Storytelling, From Abandoned To Rescue Dogs And Cats, and About Life, Love And Living. As writers, it is true that we honestly do not know what we hold within us until we unleash it. When our words inspire others only then will inspiration return to the writer. I will spend my twilight years in search of the next story, the next poem, and the next image. I will take the time to enjoy my Wife, our Dogs, and Cats, and our amazing new home and I will always find the time to walk down a dirt road I truly hope is that I never have to read another book on Leadership, be on a conference call or see another plan o gram as these were the tool for what I did in life and not about who I am.

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  1. Apart from the fact that I too love rain on a hot day in the South, better if you can read a good book in peace, I am pleased to return to the topic about memories. Our life is full of memories. Each of us has a very intimate relationship with them. Only we can really know what we felt, our emotions. Only we know our past. Only we are the keepers of our memories.
    We every day write our story, our life. Remembering, we do reread it.
    Thanks Larry for drawing our attention to this interesting subject.

  2. I can see the beauty in Carolinas As you describe the salt marshes, the haze, the trees, the river. I saw the Carolinas many times from the back of a motorcycle, As we travel there 12 out of the 20 years we vacationed in that mode. I commented to a friend of mine who was from North Carolina about every house having a front porch. A front porch with real furniture on it. She told me that every one she knew at a front porch and they knew how to use it. Thank you for sharing this lovely memory with us.

    • Thank you my friend, the low country is a very special place. It just got to crowded for me. It was a very small town when I was growing up.

    • Thank you my friend, the low country is a very special place. It just got to crowded for me. It was a very small town when I was growing up. It was time to leave.

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