Rain

We've finally had a few short showers this week. It seems we've gone months without rain. Monday, Kenzie played in an evening shower. He put on his bathing suit and danced around the yard, calling to me every few minutes where I stood on the porch.

"Look at this brook!"
"I see worms!"
"I can control water! Watch! Abracadabra!"

The neighbors, all watching from their porches and garages, gave us strange looks. That's not unusual, though. We've garnered plenty of strange looks since moving here last year.

Today, we had a three-minute shower. Well, sprinkle, really. Sigh.... My whole body feels dry... thirsty.... I could never survive in a desert.

My dream home? Well, someone I once knew said something about living on an Oregon Beach: "Your front door opens to an ocean, and your back door to a forest." Yes, that's what I want. A rocky, cool beach littered with sea glass and driftwood, and a forest with towering, green trees.

Sadly, the only beach I've ever visited was the Gulf of Mexico (and only once), and the only forests I've seen have been the pine trees of East Texas. Not to discount East Texas pines. I grew up in far North Texas, and the only trees were mesquites - overgrown Mexican bushes with thorns. Because that's all we had, we used to "climb" them, and I still have those small, round scars to prove it. Those pine trees were amazing to me. It was hard to believe anything could grow so tall....

In any case, I'm doing my rain dance tonight. First, I'll have to come up with one, of course. But, I'm aching for rain. Real rain. Huge drops splashing against windows. Lightning. Thunder. Darkness in the middle of the day. That's the kind of rain I dream of....