Nearly an inch of rain has fallen today, so far. The threat, or promise, of more remains strong. According to the most recent forecasts I’ve heard, the temperature is supposed to drop and we’ll get snow instead of rain. We’ll take whatever we can get.
In the city, rain is a nuisance. It snarls traffic, floods underpasses. Cars splash pedestrians. City people, for the most part, don’t have much good to say about torrential rain.
Here, it turns everything into a muddy, soupy mess. It’s still inconvenient, especially when you have to do something like open the gate, then get back into your car with a quarter-inch of mud caking your shoes.
But here in the country, I think even those of us who don’t work the land have a more visceral connection to it. We understand that without rain, all those plants out there will dry out and die. Without rain we’re threatened by fire. Without rain, some day our wells will run dry. We need rain and we know we need it and we’re relieved when dark clouds build on the horizon, more relieved when we see their frayed edges, and ecstatic when we wake up at 2:30 and hear it pounding the roof.
We won’t hear snow, if it comes. But we’ll be glad just the same.
Here’s a photo I took yesterday, heading downtown, with the sunset lighting the eastern storm clouds.