Water Falling From the Sky

I think people call it rain.

Over the weekend we had some.  Then it happened again.  The town went nuts.  By nuts I mean, people out on porches looking at the sky like there might be a UFO up there.  It was pretty great.

In New England I always loved the beginning of "Spring" (as though it is a real season there and not just a few weeks of cold mud) because people get weather crazy.  Forty-five degrees out?  Shorts and a tee shirt! Snow finally thaw?  Flip flops for everyone!  There is sort of this communal enthusiasm about a change in weather.  Well, not just a change, but a break in the monotony for the better.

We have never experienced that here because you just don't see so many weather changes.  Sure, that's why lots of people love it here... but it is also a little sad because you never get the sense that folks are outside being happy together for no reason other than something different is happening.

Then it rained.  Worst drought in decades...wildfires... and about half a year without any real rain.  BOOM.  And by boom I mean lots of thunder at 4am.

Since this is a baby blog I'll make the tie-in and say that when it started we were at Sarah's house and we all went out on the porch (like the nutters mentioned above).  Credit goes to little Lucy who first said "wa-wa" before anyone knew it was raining.  Lucy then marched up and down the stairs a bit until she'd effectively taken a shower in her clothes.  She took one for the team because it was secretly what I think we all wanted to do.  Just up the street a bunch of kids ran out and started splashing.

Also was is 63 degrees out, which is about 45 degrees less than it was last month. Let those numbers sink in.

I hope it keeps raining for a while -- not just because it may save the four plants I haven't lost yet, but because I am pretty sure it is good for the soul.