
This prompt just spoke to me. Being a native Oregonian, raised in the pacific northwest, rain is no stranger to me. I grew up knowing that rain is something that would happen. We always made alternative plans if they were weather dependent. Most of the time we were able to work around the rain, but I don't love it. When I lived in Oregon, I would say that I hated it. Hated that it was wet all the time. Hated that I couldn't wear cute shoes unless they were wet resistant. Now that I am in Idaho, it rains far less then it did in the Willamette valley.
This past weekend we had our first real rain of the fall season. I sat and listened to it for probably ten full minutes before I finally moved to do something else. It's a sound like no other. Some times I really miss it, but then I go home and visit and remember the rain and how having it constantly damp made it harder to get stuff done.
One story that springs to mind when thinking about the rain is when I was in high school. I had two best friends. We did a lot of stuff together. A lot. One day, we decided to go splash in the puddles. All three of us ended up soaked and freezing and I'm sure mom wasn't too thrilled with us having to go across the house to the bathroom to dry off, but she didn't get made at us. It is something I'm sure I will never forget. Makes me want to take my girls out and go stomp in puddles the next time it rains. I bet they would have a blast!
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What a great memory the muddle puddle splashing made though. :) Listening to the rain has got to be one of my top favorite sounds!
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