“Careful what you wish for.”

Today marks our fifth straight day of rain. It started out hard on Sunday night. It’s been off and on drizzle/shower ever since. It feels great. My dry skin is singing. My normally warm body is enjoying the layers of clothes it can accommodate without burning up.

“It’s raining, it’s pouring …”

Up near the end of our two month drought/heatwave, I would peek out the window first thing in the morning to see if it was cloudy yet, to see if it had started raining yet. And everyday, that mean ol’ bastard of a sun was shining through the woods, laughing, singing a cheery, “Well good morning, merry sunshine, how did you wake so soon? You scared the little stars away and shined away the moon!” I would close the blinds and crawl right back into bed. It was becoming embarrassing, my shallow, obvious dependence on the weather.

“It’s raining cats and dogs.”

Sunday night, the fury hit. It poured and poured that night. Hard. And it’d been so long since we had rain that flooding came easily as torrents raged over the hard soil. Today, however, the ground is much softer and, at least in my neck of the woods, there is more pooling which, as they never say down here in Texas, is a whole ‘nother can o’ worms. Miles loved it the first night. He ran and splashed and played and then looked legitimately sad when we didn’t let him back into the house, standing there at the back door, caked in mud. I went home yesterday for lunch and found him huddled under the eaves of the house, looking forlorn and pitiful (and still muddy as hell–maybe we should switch names, call Miles Muddy and Muddy Miles). I let him into his room, the utility room (the mud room?), and he crashed almost immediately.

“Well, it’s floodin’ down in Texas, baby, all of the telephone lines are down.”

Rain is my favorite kind of weather. It can rain the rest of my life and I’ll be perfectly happy. Or so I say. I’ve never lived any place where it rains all the time. My feelings might change after a year or two in Seattle. But hey, I’m not in Seattle so I’m not going to cast aspersions. I love the rain. My mood and my energy levels have dramatically increased since it started. I’m a shallow person, I know. Oh well. At least I’m a happy shallow person.