I really love rain; I have my whole life. Then I got married and moved to Oregon, and like a candyholic who works in a chocolate factory, I got completely and utterly sick of it. It’s really awful to have children who can’t play outside for months on end (unless you count all the jillions of toothpicks we raced down the gutters).
Living in the semi-arid desert called Utah cured me of that. I began to love rain again. Crave it. Living on the valley floor in Salt Lake we would stand on our back porch and watch the rain move around the area. More often than not the clouds would coyly release a drop or two, then let the rest evaporate.
I was so thrilled to come to Austin where its supposed to rain a decent amount, but is very sunny in the mean time. However, Mother Nature has been very fickle this year and it has hardly rained at all. All during the winter it would rain at night and be sunny during the day. So strange.
But it rained a lot yesterday. And it rained all night. And it’s supposed to rain all day today.
What I would like to do is sit next to the window the entire day and listen to sad music. Because that is the perfect thing to do on a day like this.
(I think we both know that will never happen. But a girl can dream.)