It’s raging rain out here today. Good. We need it. On our way last week up to the deep dark middle of nowhere, we drove past just a portion of the fire devastation in Rancho Bernardo. I mean, it was right alongside the freeway — at one point, had obviously jumped the freeway. Nothing but char just yards away as we whizzed by. Black earth completely surrounding a random untouched house. Vast sections of rolling hillside orange groves burnt to a sad dead russet color.
But today, the earth gets refreshed and renewed and I feel the same way.
I’m always happy to hear rain; it’s my favorite type of weather. Stormy, blustery greyness that allows you to be grouchy if you need to be. Grey grace, I guess. It’s just my thing. When it rains, I feel understood. Why I loved Seattle so. But today, even more — even though I’m listening to the annoying ching-ching-chingling of the neighbor’s windchimes — I’m grateful for that sound, for all the raging rainy sounds.
I love rain too. The greyness takes the glare off. I need that sometimes.
But I’m quite picky about my rain. I like cool rain, not the hot-humid-South-Florida-rain. 🙂
Even though I’m a SoCal girl, I always score “Seattle” on those little quizzes that tell you your ideal place to live. I hope I get there someday to see if it’s true.
So so sad about RB. I lived and worked there for many years. 🙁
Jeannine — You would not believe it, the damage.
And yes, Seattle! I’m sure I idealize it to some extent, but it was just right for me. The mood, the mountains, the culture. Gorgeous up there.
As much as it rains here in Portland it is a different rain than SoCal gets. It is consistent and drizzly not a single huge downpour that floods the streets. I remember Champan Ave just flooding over during the rainy season in Fullerton.
We are anticipating snow in the morning though. Cool huh?
Cold, grey autumn fog awash with perfect leaves gives me the same thing. It’s a sort of percolation that starts at my toes. Especially if I get to wear my coat and scarf. It makes me feel more “real” and awake somehow. I feel more like myself on those days.