Rain, Rain Come and Stay

I don't know why I keep ending up in the desert. Every time I say it is my last, I am redirected to sand and heat. Both things I. do. not. like. I remember when I was living in Arizona for graduate school. I was thirsting so badly for some sign of rain. Water is life, and at that time, I felt dead. It could have also been the combo of two full-time jobs, night classes, and pregnancy. But still.

At that time, I was so desperate I checked out a rainforest CD just so I could hear the tinkle of rain in my home. It was shocking how that sound lifted my spirits and made me feel like life was still worth living. There is something psychologically damaging when you live in a place that--if not for manmade machines and iceboxes--would cause you to shrivel up and drift away.

And yet, here I am.

BUT, a miracle occurred a couple of days ago. I was in my kitchen and the sky became dark. Half the neighborhood came outside to witness the phenomenon. It was shocking. Emotions were high. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. Within 40 minutes we had a 5 minute spit from the sky. There was running and screaming from all the kids on the streets, and by the time they ran from one side of the street to the other, it was over. It was still the best 5 minutes of the day.

Now, on to blaring A/Cs and sunglasses...

Ugh.