Raindrops are such funny things.
They haven’t feet or haven’t wings.
Yet they sail through the air,
With the greatest of ease,
And dance on the street,
Wherever they please.
When ever the rainy season comes along, I have to giggle a little. I remember announcing to my parents and relatives in the middle of a Thanksgiving dinner that I was moving to Washington and not the DC variety. Imagine saying to your family that you are moving to Mars and looking forward to a life of farming in that beautiful red dust. My news was received with an equal amount of puzzled silence. My aunt was the first to question my plan and asked, “Doesn’t it rain there”?
My answer was “not alot-just in the winter” as I stuffed half a yam into my mouth to give myself more thinking time. A polygraph test would not have revealed that statement as an untruth, my certainty and delusion were so great. I had visited Seattle in early July and the weather was glorious; mid 80’s and I was in love so there was not a cloud in the sky.
Yes, it rains here, from October to March. There are occasional breaks and various densities of downpour but “yes it rains a bit” would have been a more accurate answer. October bows to the wet unapologetic abandon akin to the enthusiastic love of a 150 pound slobbery Labrador retriever. You can’t control or fight that kind of love. So wrap up, warm up, boldly wear shorts and sandals, make Gortex or no-tex your friend and accept the moist!
What is your favorite rainy day activity?