Monday, March 19, 2012

rain

I've always loved rain. This is probably a good thing considering I grew up in the Seattle area where, as the stereotype says, it rains all the time. Seattle rain is different from a lot of other types of rain.
Seattle rain is misty and light and endless. There is this constant soggy freshness to Seattle rain. A greenness hidden beneath a subtle grey that is easily ignored. Life progresses as normal even through the rain. And when the sun does come out (which it eventually does...sometimes) everything rejoices. I have experienced nothing happier, nothing more beautiful than a sunny Seattle day.
Midwest rain is different. This rain falls in big fat drops, demanding attention. It is loud and heavy and dark until it gets its point across. Then, the sun comes out and people can continue about their business, still talking about the rain. Still thinking about the rain.
Seattle rain exists to accentuate the sun. Midwest rain exists to be.
We've been having a lot of rain today in Missouri. It seemed really appropriate to walk out of U.S. History class, where we were talking about the dust bowl, into a rainstorm. Rain was so important to ending the horrible dust storms in the 1930s. It was kind of wonderful to walk out of class and experience a little taste of what the farming families must have felt when the big drops of rain thundered out of the sky.
I always feel so much better when it's raining. I feel like everything is so much cleaner. The rain washes away negativity and brings new, much-needed perspective.

(Note: Just reread this. No, I'm not high right now...)

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