When my family was living in Texas we very infrequently saw rain. This was not entirely problematic. It was certainly a change for us though. The climate differences were many and we had to adjust accordingly. My wife needed new hair product. Our skin was noticeably drier. We were subjected to previously unknown allergies caused by previously non-existent pollens. Time after time, though, the climate proved to be so markedly different that we found ourselves missing certain things: rain, trees, green grass, and more. Recently we moved back north closer to family and the places we grew up. We’ve been getting more and more rain. We’ve seen more and more trees. We’re readjusting to previous pollens. It’s been fun. The rain, however, has been a joy.
I’ve talked about how I find the rain calming to write during before (I can’t believe I went through graduate school without it), but our most recent rainfall was for fun. My son and I tightened the laces on
our shoes and headed out into the rain. The large tree nearby provided cover as we found large sticks to disturb even larger puddles. We ran in the grass in front of our house and through the side yard to the back. We laughed at the trees. We said “hello” to our mail carrier and saw a big yellow bus drive past. My son ran fast and I threw him up into the air through the misty rain. Our day in the rain was very enjoyable. It was with a tinge of sadness that we brought ourselves, no longer dry, back into the house to warm up. I put on the tea kettle and shared a cup of tea with my son. It was a great day to be sure.