For the entire month of June I’m planning on writing a series of blog-a-day posts based on a set series of open-ended questions to myself. This is one of those posts.
June 20th // Something You Are Feeling
It is Monday morning after a very wet and rainy weekend. The streets are gleaming, cars whizzing by the cafe window, raising that little bit of mist from their tires. We haven’t had this much rain in years. Between Saturday morning when I emptied the rain gauge until I checked this morning we had five centimeters of water fall. The grass was a sloshy mess, admittedly a vibrant green and sloshy mess, when I dashed out to the garden to check.
Between cloudbursts the dog did get her walk (or two.)
We were at a family barbecue on Saturday evening, outside for a few minutes, here and there, when the sun broke through the thick clouds… then back under the shelter of the tent to avoid a sudden torrent.
And our training group just plain ignored the weather and went for a twelve kilometer run through the intermittent showers of the Sunday morning.
But we are definitely feeling wet these days. And a little stir-crazy being stuck in the house so much. Having been living in something resembling drought conditions for the last five to ten years in this area, I for one am welcoming the moisture with open arms.
And I’m sure glad we got our wind-torn shingles fixed prior to this weather. Or we’d really be feeling wet, I think.
Something about rain triggers comfortable memories in me. Maybe I’ll dig back through the archives of this blog and find one of those posts I wrote while sitting in that little cafe near my apartment in Vancouver, the rain pouring down the windows, drenching the street, but me sitting there with my tea on a random evening, writing and cozy. Something triggers that particular memory whenever it rains and whenever I feel drenched by any given soaking from the sky.
I got back from my run and I was literally soaked head to toe. Every piece of clothing from my shoes to my hat were completely drenched. Wet.