There's No Such Thing As Too Much Rain

 Seattle Skyline

Yesterday was the umpteenth day in a row that it has either rained or snowed.  

While I am done with snow for the year (give me a white Christmas and I'm pretty much good to go), I do love the rain and don't remember a time, ever, that I wanted it to stop.

Rain makes me feel nurtured and alive.  Just before the showers come, the sky closes in and everything gets dark, as if Mother Nature is announcing some dramatic event that only she can truly appreciate.  

Perhaps that is why all of my adult life, I have fantasized about the Northwest.  Seattle is The Place on earth I most want to live for a variety of reasons; the city, the water, the history and the grittiness.  

But it's the constant rain that truly resonates with my heart and soul.  Smells of wet concrete, dripping leaves and a damp mustiness call forth another time, other lives and my own unfinished drama.

Even though it rains almost daily in Seattle, each time the sky clears, all that is below it pulsates with life.

The Emerald City, indeed.

Mom also loved dark, rainy days.  It's one of the quirks that we shared, which I also share with my son, JD.  On many such days, one of us will text simply to say 'I'm thinking of you on this black, rainy day and hope you're enjoying it, too.'

Yesterday marked fourteen months since Mom died.  I hope she enjoyed the beautiful rain.

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