It's so cool, it rained all night last night, hard and loud. There are lots of gloriously annoying things about this, like the reminder (sounds like someone filling a large concrete bathtub on our porch all night) that our gutters need to be completely replaced which is a reminder of something we don't know how to do which is reminder of something we need to do with time and money that we don't want to do, or like the reminder that we need to re-sod or re-seed our back yard (which looks something like our house being given a mud bath every time our precious puppies need to poop or pee) which is another reminder of something we don't know how to do which is a reminder of something we need to do with time and money. But who cares? I miss the rain so much. I love the rain. I want it to rain for 40 days and 40 nights. I love sleeping to the rain. ( if it does rain for 40 days and 40 nights, i am going to tear down the spigot that fills the concrete porch so I can hear the rain.) I love waking up to the rain. I wish I wasn't spending this whole day in a very stupid training because if I wasn't I would spend some of this day outside, playing in the rain. I may do that tomorrow, if it's still raining . . .
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I do not love the rain and don't think I would mind living in a desert.
I love the rain too. One of the few memories I have from my childhood was the time when I lived in the countryside and there was an amazing storm. My mom dressed us all in raincoats and took us for a walk. It was probably not very safe but we had a blast.
Ah, I love that website about the animal sounds.
Did I tell you I showed it to Emilio and he seemed very interested.
I do not love the rain either. I should like to live in a desert and listen to Kelly Clarkson.
In West Texas where I spent my childhood, there was nothing quite like the earthy aroma of an impending thunderstorm - with its attendant spectacular lightning and thunder display clashing and racing across the open sky. I loved these storms, and I love the rain. I hunger for the rain, and sometimes dream of rain. It seems so miraculous and mysterious to me.
My completely most spiritual experience ever involved being "awakened" by the rain and then dancing in the rain late into the night. Safe, Schmafe. One of my best Saturday afternoons in college involved rain dancing and mud sliding. Rain kicks ass. Even, and maybe especially, in the desert.
I guess some people (those who like the rain) have frog spirits, and others have lizard spirits. Go lizards!
Your comment about dancing in the rain evoked this memory: We have that cabin in Central Texas (where most of you have been). It was before we got the municipal water line laid. I wouldn't take a shower in that horrid, petroleum-polluted water from the well. It started to rain, hard. I went out and had a shower and shampoo in that downpour and it was exhilarating and FUN. I also had a shower and shampoo in the rain in the back yard of our rented duplex in Austin. I don't think there's anything as refreshing or invigorating! (Unless it's swimming in an icy mountain spring for those who are truly brave and daring and a little bit crazy.) A close second is a drink from the clear, cold mountain spring running beside the path to the Continental Divide, in complete stillness and isolation, where I felt compelled to speak only in a whisper. What priceless memories those are!
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