“Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain.” ~ Author Unknown
I love the rain; I always have. When Cody and I graduated from college we moved to Corpus Christi where he was from. It nearly never rained. . . (and the way those folks drove in the rain, you can tell they have no clue what they are doing in rain.)
About a year and a half after we moved down there, I had gone to the post office for work. It started raining. . . I just stood out there in the rain. A huge smile across my face just soaking in each soaking drop of rain that came down from the skies. I could have stood there in the parking lot all day but I’m sure someone would have called the police on me as I must have been crazy right?
Not crazy, just too far removed from Rainy Days. It was around the time that we decided to move back up here to where we went to college. I remember telling my poor husband about how much I missed the rain and how I wanted to live where it rained.
Even now though, we go through droughts. One of the first years we moved back up here, we had a summer drought that brought several forest fires. In fact, for a while, one of the fires was really close to where we lived. We still had the storage unit and moved all our special stuff to it. But, we worried about our neighbors, our good friends, who’d lived on that land forever. Each day we drove to work through smokey conditions. Never again would rain be cursed- even when it’s super cold and dreary.
We had been having a dry and droughtful summer until the past few weeks. It’s still pretty dry out there- in fact we’re under a burn ban. But, we’ve had thunderstorms nearly every day or every other day. Some bring lots of rain, some just a little. But, I’ve loved each and everyone. Summer rain always smells so good.