I've said all this before, but whatever. I
used to love rain. It was so wonderful and awesome here in this desert we call home; and the joy didn't end when the rain did--the next day, the smog was wiped away, and everything looked clean and green against a blue sky. Then I moved away...
The rain in Florida didn't bother me at all; this SoCal girl reveled in it. I hadn't been jaded yet.
Albuquerque...I don't remember much rain there, just a lot of snow up in the nearby Sandia Mountains.
Then came Dallas...
Its torrential, seemingly neverending rain every spring, plus its tornadoes and their shitloads of rain, TOTALLY soured me on rain. What once had been a glorious, fun, beautiful gift from the sky became a dreaded, unwelcome monster. Have I mentioned bringing multiple Great Danes back inside after a pottying trip to the MUD-FILLED LAKE our backyard turned into?!
Trust me on this, it's not fun.
I've been back home for 14 years now, much of which has been during droughts. I'm slowly getting back the happy feelings rain used to bring, the rejoicing at the break from our usual dryness...but after Dallas...I just don't see how I can ever be the same again.
i find it so cozy when i smoke my cigar and have a nice glass of bourbon when it rains.
Cozy. Yes. That's how it should be! Enjoy your cigar and bourbon while the rain hangs around.