Blame it on the rain

1. I should never have mocked the rain. It struck back with large drops and total chaos in my life for three hours this afternoon. All is well now, but it really almost got me.


2. One night in my dorm, I heard the strains of Milli Vanilli's "Blame it on the Rain" wafting up through the vents of the girls downstairs. This was long after the song was fashionable. It turns out, it was the girls' background music to the evening's adventure of piercing their belly buttons with the curtain hooks from the kitchen. That still strikes me as a very odd thing to do. Especially since they weren't drunk.


3. Warm rain while the sun shines is one of my most favorite things.


4. I love how concrete smells when it dries after the rain.


5. My older son will try to return every worm washed onto the sidewalk when the rain stops. I think he's a pretty cool kid.


6. I made a made a mad dash to my car through a downpour today and my sweater got soaked. It took a long time to dry. It wasn't quite wet enough to change by the time I got home . . . but I spent most of the afternoon feeling damp. It occurred to me that it's a good analogy for the way I feel after a long crying bout. Not purged. Damp.


7. I still think that rain pounding on the roof is one of the greatest sounds ever.


8. I'm forcibly reminded of how many palm trees surround me once the rain knocks all the loose fronds down.    For a minute, it makes me feel eerily outnumbered.


9. I need to learn more songs about rain to sing to Grant.


10. I like rain for a few days. But not so much after that.