Missing the Rain
Jul 14th, 2008 by Bethany
Is it weird and/or ungrateful of me to miss the rain? After all, the temperature is perfect and I am living in “sunny California.” The forecast for the entire month is “Sunny” and between 75 and 85 degrees. This is the only place I’ve ever lived where the locals have no reason to believe the joke “Don’t like the weather? Wait five minutes” originated in their hometown. Maybe that’s what’s so disconcerting, because I love a warm, sunny day as much as the next person and it doesn’t make sense to wish perfection away. In any case, my husband told me to not expect any rain until October!
Once during college I “made” a thunderstorm in the hallway of my apartment when I was missing the good ol’ Arizona monsoons. Yes, I had very understanding, fun-loving, cooperative roommates. I cut out raindrops from blue construction paper, clouds from black or gray paper, and lightning bolts from yellow paper. Then I punched holes in each piece, tied a string through the hole, and attached the other end of the string to the ceiling with pins and thumbtacks so that they hung just above our heads. The storm was lovely and creative and seemed to help at the time. Maybe I’ll do that here. Maybe just in the kids room, so that it doesn’t bother anyone else in the house. Or maybe I’m too tired to do anything so energetic. It’s a lovely memory, anyway, and much less expensive and uncomfortable than driving to Phoenix or Seattle.
I think I have a CD from the Grand Canyon that includes the sound of rain in it. I might be able to find it…