Rain…
It’s hard to explain to anyone who doesn’t live here in Rain-ville. Here, with the incessant drizzle-wet depressive damp that permeates the air with its near-constant moisture tumble.
Because the common perception of the Pacific Northwest is: IT RAINS HERE.
So when I say, “I miss the rain…” people’s immediate response is to say “But it rains there all the time!”
And that’s true.
Where I live, it rains all the time.
But it doesn’t rain.
It mists, but it’s as though the air is sweating. It’s sticky and uncomfortable and gives one a mad desire to cleanse. To shower off the atmospheric unpleasantness. To get inside, to get dry, to warm up, to hide.
It ‘showers’ but in a ho-hum, water-heater-needs-replacing and pump-pressure-is-slack-again kind of way.
The water comes down out of the sky, yes… Occasionally it even does so with a fit of spiteful temper. The drops fall ice-needle quick against windshields, as though the gods are throwing tantrums and their spittle is spewing down from the heavens.
So yes: It rains here.
Coldly.
Constantly.
It rains.
But it doesn’t rain.
It doesn’t come pouring, sudden sheets billowing down over clay field beds like soaked linens. It isn’t preceded by heaviness weighting the air. It does not portend. The ‘during’ is not, in any way, delightful. When it ends, things are no different than when it began.
There is no thunderous call for reformation of weather from on-high, no roiling black sky.
The water falls, but when it hits the ground it goes straight through.
It does not bounce.
It does not dance.
There is no joy in the rain I experience every day.
So when I — midwest-raised and oft, in childhood, deluge-delighted — say, “I miss the rain,” what I mean is: I miss the full personality, the overwhelming plain-and-simple fulfillment, the momentary cleansing wreak of havoc, yes… Yes, there is that…
But there is also the gentle lightness. The smiling kiss laid on one’s face from the sky. The simplicity, the delight.
Those things…
I miss those things.
But most of all, I think, I miss the quiet unassuming joy of the rains I used to know.
And then one rainy day I heard this…
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