Can I let you in on a little secret?
Yesterday when the clouds rolled in I got a little frisson of happy down my spine. By the time Lunchtruck and I got home from grocery shopping it was decidely overcast and the promise of rain had been upgraded from mere weather prediction to an earthy scent in the air. More frissons.
This morning I went to the balcony door and watched the rain spatter on the glass, drenching our baby calla plants.
I was smiling.
I know I’m not alone in loving Vancouver for it’s rainfall. There are many of us who thrive on it as much as the trees and undergrowth. In the summer months I pine; I miss the familiar sound of wheels on wet pavement, the sound of moisture-laden wind as it swoops through the trees, the clean, slightly earthy scent that rises after a good downpour. The only time I truly love summer is when I’m on vacation, preferably on Salt Spring Island at the forest house.
So here I am, thrilled it’s raining, and happily watching the decrease in time between sunrise and sunset each day. Am I nuts? Possibly. But I’m happy, and that’s a good start to my Wednesday.