There, I said it. So many people seem to hate the rain. I would always hear it from co-workers, friends “ohmygosh I totally hate the rain don’t you?” or “what an ugly day” and it seemed they all assume everyone hates rain or they’d look to me to say “oh yeah me too, it’s terrible” etc. And you know, for years, I’d just nod absent-mindedly. Why didn’t I ever express my opinion? Maybe I wasn’t sure I liked the rain? 

Now I know, I love it. OK there are some caveats: I don’t really enjoy driving in it… it can be scary… and I have spent many MANY an hour in my life standing in the rain waiting for the bus or streetcar, which is pretty rough. But other than being stranded in it or driving scarily in it… i LOVE It. I love watching it pour down the street, i love the droplets on the windows of the house as you look out… I love hearing it on the roof!! I secretly wish it would rain harder if it is just sprinkling. It washes things clean, it is a fresh start, it nurtures the ground. It is dramatic and stubborn and doesn’t care what anyone thinks!

Living in California we have some pretty good weather, easy enough to manage, no hurricanes or snowstorms. We get sun, fog, rain, wind and sometimes hail. When it is super hot, everyone complains, when it rains, everyone complains. When it is just a normal 70 with puffy white clouds, it is rare to hear people say it is a gorgeous day. It’s more fun to complain I suppose. 

It is what it is — that’s the thing that clicked in my a while back … no matter what the weather, you can’t change it, you can’t control it, you can spend hours complaining or being pissed off, but it just IS. It IS raining. You can find some kind of joy in it, or make it a bad day. OK it’s not raining here, I think it is in the 60s and kinda bleh out there. Is it awful? no. Did the roof blow off? no. I am thankful for today’s bleh weather, and I won’t complain, because it wont do me any good.