It rained Tuesday. Most all day. I made a new friend through Twitter who calls it “liquid sunshine.” I did try to see it that way, honestly, but by the end of the day the effort was wearing thin.
Don’t get me wrong. I like rain in the right doses, especially in autumn when the air is perfumed with wood-smoke and the leaves vibrant as gemstones. I like to curl up with a book and a cup of coffee or tea, serenaded by the soft crackle of a fire in the hearth. Or I might escape with my own characters, pecking away at the keyboard while the rain dances on the windowpanes.
Summer is different. Summer = sun = warm weather = it-shouldn’t-be-damp-dreary-and-cold. I had to get a sweater out in the middle of June! I’m not sure I’ll recover.
I was traumatized.
Kidding aside, I decided to make a list of what I do like about rain in the summer:
- I didin’t have to water all those new flowers I planted.
- We didn’t need to add water to the pool after several days of evaporation. My husband had to drain water by the time the rain departed.
- My car got a bath (metallic black is a magnet for the tiniest speck of dirt. Yuck!).
- I got to use the fancy little lamp in my office instead of the fluorescent overhead at work (I turn it on to make it cozy).
- I put off stopping for gas until Wednesday. Chore avoided for another day.
See that? A positive spin on something I’m not overly fond of. Thanks to Catherine Russell for introducing me to Liquid Sunshine. Drop by her website for information on her novel The Stage, a vampire tale you can curl up with when it rains. 😉