Friday, September 26, 2014


I grew up in a desert during a historic twelve year drought.  As a kid, rain was a magical, mysterious occurrence that made us nervous and happy at the same time. Even moving to a place where it typically rains quite a bit hasn't lessened my love of it.

It rained yesterday. The land here has been parched for the last three years, and you can feel the gratitude this morning as the water has now soaked into the soil.  People are cheerful. The plants are perked up, and the air feels cool, wet, and clean.

Hopefully, we will see more rain later this afternoon, and by then, I may be able to set aside my chores and really enjoy it.  I'd like to open the windows, wrap up in a blanket, and just listen and smell. That would be a great reward after a long, busy, and frustrating week.


  1. Rain on the roof is a great sound. Too bad we are so well insulated now adays we don't hear it in all its glory.

  2. I can't hear the rain on the roof (as I have an apartment above mine), but I do leave the windows open most days. It's nice to hear what's going on, to a point. Some days, I'd kill for some quiet.


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