Saturday, November 12, 2011
Rainy morning memory.
Speaking of the hill, take a closer look at it. Yep, I live in an arid area. Unless it is an El Nino year, we don't get much rain.
I remember when the kids were little, the event of rain would cause a dash for the rain coats and boots, too small now as they are last years boots, but the kids would cram their feet in any way, and rush out the door before the rain could end.
They creaked open their atrophied umbrellas, paraded around the yard stamping in puddles, calling out, "Tut Tut, It looks like rain!"
It reminded me of my reaction to snow when I was a kid.
I know rain is a pain for my friends and family north of me.
Funny how a thing that can be annoying in one place is a gift in another.