As I sit here writing this (on Sunday afternoon), I’m experiencing a minor miracle: I am watching it rain. This is becoming a rarer event with each passing year here in Southern California.
(Our local news caught the image well. I love how they keep talking about our winter “storm” and our drenching rain. They must be locals who haven’t lived elsewhere!)
I live in a coastal desert. In my whole life I have never let the water run while I brush my teeth, and showers are utilitarian affairs where one gets clean and doesn’t dawdle.
Ages ago on Twitter I saw a quotation from @Fishmama about my attitude on rain (and other things) that meant enough to me to save it: When I have less of something, I actually value it more and I treat it with more respect.
I savor the sight, sound and smell of this storm because it is a rare, precious event.
In contrast, I never grew up appreciating sunshine. I had it year round. There is nothing special about that. Living in England changed that mindset quickly. In grad school, if it was sunny and I wasn’t in class, I was outside with study materials in tow. Simply soaking in the rays was a luxury. An hour later it very well might be raining, so there was an urgency to the appreciation.
It’s amazing to me how perceptions of the exact same phenomenon change with circumstance. As I stare at the grey skies, I’m hoping they will continue to drop their desperately needed cargo on us for a while. Our forecast shows rain all through Monday, but no more precipitation for that for at least the next 10 days. So even as I suffer through a commute made way too “interesting” by slick roads and unaccustomed drivers, I will be appreciating this glorious rain.
What rare commodity do you appreciate? or Is rain on the roof a universally loved sound?