You know the cliche phrase about rain in the month of April.
"April showers bring May flowers!"
The phrase when you live in Star Valley differs a smidgen.
"May showers bring June flowers . . . and sometimes foreshadows the bizarre event known as snow in July."
Seriously. It's happened.
I love rain. For the past fifteen minutes, I've been sitting on my couch, gazing out the window into the trees. I love watching the raindrops fall; watching them bounce off the roof; watching the rings they make in the puddles. I love standing, running, jumping, skipping, singing in it. I love when the clouds are low-riding and cover the pine trees, or when the rain creates a mist and the sun shines through. Many people think the rain is depressing, but I think it's amazing.
Some find it annoying when it rains on their plans, but I say "Let's do it anyway!" because I know that it will just add to the experience. (I keep a rain jacket, extra clothes, socks and shoes in my car for such occasions #girlscoutpreparedness). I think rain makes things fun and interesting.
Camping in the rain.
Hiking in the rain.
Boating in the rain.
Swimming in the rain.
Shopping in the rain.
The rain-meets-dirt smell is so refreshing.
The rain-meets-dry-hair smell.
The soothing sound of the rain-meets-roof.
The sound of thunder.
The thrilling sight of lighting.
I love everything about a good rainstorm.
Rain makes everything SO GREEN. After it rains, the fields are greener than they have ever been. The trees glow; the dirt is dark and refreshed.
As depressing as rain may seem, it adds color.
In two days it can make an ugly, dead grass field into a lush green field.
It's like the earth is renewed. The earth is cleansed. Like, even the dirt seems clean when it rains.
Everything is clean.
And not to mention, I can leave my car outside and forget about that car wash that I've been meaning to take care of. Haha!
