Rain stories

rain painting

Fyodor Vasilyev’s “In the Crimea after a Rain”. Public domain image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.

I’m not saying it’s been raining a lot here in the D.C. metro area, but I swear I saw the Ark pass me in traffic the other day.

(Ok, couldn’t resist the Noah reference. You’ve just got to like a guy who cares about animals.)

Seriously, I’m wondering why the Potomac isn’t flooding by now. We have had rain almost every day for the last few weeks. Once in a while, Fate decides to be merciful and let us dry out….at least until the next deluge.

It reminds me of the time I lived in the Shenandoah Valley and we caught the side edge of Hurricane Fran. The house sprung leaks in about six places and we were mopping, mopping, mopping all day. (Did I mention that we were mopping?)

And if that weren’t enough, the Shenandoah River decided to pay us a visit. Imagine a large rectangular neighborhood, with the river running around one long side and one short side. One side of the neighborhood is higher than the other (fortunately, that’s where our house was situated). Over the course of a day, the river crawled up the riverbank, went across a huge meadow, covered the road and started coming into our front yard.

We had a gravel driveway. For amusement, we drew lines in the driveway, watched the water come over that, walked backward, drew another line in the driveway, watched the river erase that line, and so on. I’d say it got at least 20 feet into our front yard.

Luckily, the house didn’t do too bad. Our riverside neighbors were not so lucky. One family had aΒ basement wall taken out by the flood water. (And they were “not in the flood plain”. Ha. Flood water goes wherever it wants.

Despite the constant showers, I still like rain. Nothing seems to be as soothing as sitting in a rocking chair on a country house’s porch, watching the rain come down or reading a book. Or opening a window that is protected from the rain and listening to it falling.

But I could do with a break from rain, for now. When it ceases (if ever?), I’ll have to play my special sunshine song. (Video courtesy of JeffLynneTribute, YouTube.

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  1. I love rain. I just think it should be offset by occasional days of sunshine, just so we don’t forget what it looks like. We did the monsoon season for the first half of the month. Now we are into the mostly sunshine with intermittent rain and drizzle … but the well is full and the rivers are running again. And without the winter snow melt, we didn’t flood — for a change!

  2. We just finished a three day spate of rain after a long spell of balmy May days. I do enjoy rain. My Pacific Northwest upbringing is showing again.

  3. One wonderful thing about the weather that is guaranteed: it will change! So take heart. πŸ™‚ That steamy heat is on its way!

  4. After living in Portland, OR for 10 years I got very accustomed to rain. So much so that when it was suddenly not there I missed it.

    Now I’m living in New England some 3100 miles from Portland and love it when it rains. We have thunderstorms in Massachusetts that bring back memories of my birthplace in Illinois. I also lived 13 years in South Carolina where they actually get 7 inches more rain a year than Portland, OR.

    Rain is our friend, providing much needed drinking water for plants and animals alike. I know you realize this but between living in different climates all my life if I had to pick my favorite one it would favor a rainy climate. Rain sure makes for great sleeping weather. πŸ™‚

  5. We have had the weirdest weather spring and early summer. Can totally identify with the rain. Now it’s July and already the grass is threatening to shrivel up and die. Rain: feast or famine.

SPEAK!!!

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