We’ve had abysmal rain fall this year, one of the driest winters in two centuries. Spring arrived, but omitted the April showers. Last month ended with stifling heat waves. Though areas of the country and the world wish the rain would stop, it’s a welcome respite here from so many dry, dry months.
If you’re among those fed up with umbrellas, boots and long days indoors, my apologies. Too much of anything tries our patience and gets on our nerves.
Our skies are already clearing, with sun in the forecast tomorrow. So, just for a while, I’m enjoying our rainy day.
Salvia Refreshed (Is it just me, or do those tiny raindrops look like a pair of eyes?)
A tiny pool of rain gathers in the center of a sunflower
I think the hummingbirds are enjoying the rain too.
I’ve had an “ear-worm” stuck in my head for a day now. It’s the song made famous by Burt Bacharach, called Rain Drops Keep Falling on My Head. It started in the garden yesterday, in the rain, of course. It continued well into today’s cold, dry weather and refuses to let up. I wish I could say the same for the rain which has let up. Again.
I understand that the rain is not for everyone. People living in Hamburg, Germany or Seattle, Washington get plenty. Living in a semi-arid climate like California means our rain is minimal compared to many other areas of the world.
I’ve always liked the rain. It’s fun to walk in it. I’ve been known to pull weeds while it’s pouring down. The sound of the rain on the roof at night is both calming and romantic. Gathering puddles bring out my inner child. It’s true that I don’t like to drive in wet weather. People seem to lose their heads when it rains. They drive too fast, follow too closely and we have the invariable car pile ups. Away from that nonsense, however, I do enjoy the wet stuff.
While snapping pics in the drizzle and humming my rainy day song yesterday, it was clear to me that all the plants in my garden agree. Rain drops keep falling…