The sound of raindrops on the roof awoke me from my slumber. Far away, distant thunder rumbled through the night sky. It was raining in the desert.
Waking up to the sound of rain is a rarity here, even more so this past year when we went broke the record for days without any measurable rain. Seeing it fall during the day is also pretty rare. When we first moved to Arizona, we were sitting in a restaurant one August afternoon when it started to rain. Our waitress came to our table with a huge smile on her face and announced, “It’s raining!” She proceeded to head outside and stand in the rain for a minute before coming back to refill our drinks. When we asked her why, she matter-of-factly shrugged and said, “It never rains here.”
Often here, when it rains, it pours. It seems like rain in the desert is an “all or nothing” thing. Today it’s been raining a LOT. We even got thunder and hail.
At the edge of the garage, we had a hail drift.
It’s winter in the desert, but it’s not cold enough for sleet or snow down here in the Valley.
We knew rain was in the forecast. In fact, this weekend when we were out running errands it occurred to me if you were a new driver, you may never have been behind the wheel in the rain. Think about that! A teenager who got a learner’s permit, practiced driving for the required six months, went to DMV and got a license and subsequently became an independent driver may have never driven in the rain!
On days like today, I relish being inside. As the raindrops and hail fell, I grabbed a cup of hot chocolate and sat on my couch, looking out at the nastiness and reveling in the comfort of my home.
There’s a whole world out there waiting to be explored. But every once in awhile, it’s nice to simply stay home and enjoy Mother Nature’s grandeur.
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