Cedar Park, Texas
Photo Credit: Doree Weller
I think that when you’re from an area that gets regular rain, you tend to take it for granted.
I get up in Pennsylvania, and we got rainstorms and thunderstorms, especially in the summer. We had times when it would rain for a week straight. It rained the day my sister in law got married in 2004, and the next day, the place where she got married experienced a 100 year flood, and was literally underwater.
When we moved to Arizona, I was excited by the idea of living where it doesn’t rain. People leave things outside and leave their car windows down because… it really doesn’t rain.
At first, not having to use my wipers was a cool novelty, and I liked that pretty much every day was sunny. I liked the long days and the baking heat.
Eventually, I started to miss the rain. One of my favorite quotes is from V for Vendetta (appropriate for the 5th of November… Happy Guy Fawkes day, incidentally). “God is in the rain.”
I’m not sure why I like that quote, other than that I’ve always felt a spiritual connection with the rain. I love the sound and the smell. I love the way it makes colors brighter. I love how it washes everything clean. I don’t even mind getting rained on. (I do not love how I have to wipe dirty dog paws after they’ve been outside, but everything has a price.)
Texas had been in a drought, but we’ve gotten a lot of rain since I’ve been here, and for that, I’m very grateful. Rain makes me want to sit in my house with a cup of coffee, and just write with no other sounds than the music of nature. I have a window open just enough so I can hear, and I’m facing my big windows, which let me see outside.
What are your thoughts on rain?
Doree Weller 