Rain, Rain Come Again . . .
We have been in Arizona just over two months now. The weather here is sunny blue sky and a nice dry heat. . . everyday. About two weeks ago I found myself tired of waking up every morning to another day of sunny blue sky's. Who knew a person could get tired of sunshine? I was wondering where is the variety in the weather?
For the last five years while we lived in Kentucky there was one thing that was constant . . . the weather was always changing. We teased Elizabeth that she was going to be a "weather man" when she grew up because each morning before she would get dressed for the day she had to check the Internet to find out the weather forecast. By the way, she hasn't checked the weather but a handful of times since being in Arizona.
Two nights ago I was awakened many times by the sound of thunder, followed by some very heavy rain. When the kids woke up they heard the rain and looked out the windows. They came running into my room to inform me we had a river running down our street (really a small stream).
As I drove them to school yesterday I couldn't help but feel a little bit nostalgic for Kentucky. The air reminded me of Kentucky, it felt so familiar to me. As I drove I told the kids, "I love the rain, it makes me so happy." The reply from the back seat was, "Why? It is so grey and gloomy." But I thought no, it is so refreshing! I love the crisp clean feel of rain, plus I was ready for some variety.
As we pulled into the school parking lot, which was significantly busier than normal, I was feeling that nostalgic feeling for Kentucky and recognized the make/model of vehicles of dear friends. I got a spark of excitement at the thought of waving "Hi" as we drove past. Such a familiar jesture on the morning Mommy bus route. Then I realized they were strangers and was panged with a bit of sadness. So much so, I found my eyes a little moist.
I spent the better part of the morning, while running errands in the rain, quietly reflecting on my dear friends and many memories from Monticello, Kentucky. It left a happy peaceful feeling in my heart and mind.
The folks here say they don't get rain storms like that very often. Which is probably good because the desert ground does not absorb the rain the same as other places and there were puddles everywhere in the streets. Sarah loved how the water from the puddles would splash up on the side of the van. But I will look forward to and welcome a good Kentucky rain storm any day!
For the last five years while we lived in Kentucky there was one thing that was constant . . . the weather was always changing. We teased Elizabeth that she was going to be a "weather man" when she grew up because each morning before she would get dressed for the day she had to check the Internet to find out the weather forecast. By the way, she hasn't checked the weather but a handful of times since being in Arizona.
Two nights ago I was awakened many times by the sound of thunder, followed by some very heavy rain. When the kids woke up they heard the rain and looked out the windows. They came running into my room to inform me we had a river running down our street (really a small stream).
As I drove them to school yesterday I couldn't help but feel a little bit nostalgic for Kentucky. The air reminded me of Kentucky, it felt so familiar to me. As I drove I told the kids, "I love the rain, it makes me so happy." The reply from the back seat was, "Why? It is so grey and gloomy." But I thought no, it is so refreshing! I love the crisp clean feel of rain, plus I was ready for some variety.
As we pulled into the school parking lot, which was significantly busier than normal, I was feeling that nostalgic feeling for Kentucky and recognized the make/model of vehicles of dear friends. I got a spark of excitement at the thought of waving "Hi" as we drove past. Such a familiar jesture on the morning Mommy bus route. Then I realized they were strangers and was panged with a bit of sadness. So much so, I found my eyes a little moist.
I spent the better part of the morning, while running errands in the rain, quietly reflecting on my dear friends and many memories from Monticello, Kentucky. It left a happy peaceful feeling in my heart and mind.
The folks here say they don't get rain storms like that very often. Which is probably good because the desert ground does not absorb the rain the same as other places and there were puddles everywhere in the streets. Sarah loved how the water from the puddles would splash up on the side of the van. But I will look forward to and welcome a good Kentucky rain storm any day!
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