The title is a bit misleading. It makes it sound like I don’t care for rain. I actually love rain. I think that it has a mysterious quality to it that I love. I absolutely love the smell of rain. Often times during a storm, I will crack the windows open so that I am able to have the scent of the rain fill my home.
Over the past couple of weeks, we have had quite the down pour of rain. We have had more rain than we have had in recent history. In fact, you should see my yard. It has never looked so good. My grass is green and my mini roses are blooming like crazy. Sadly however, my pansies didn’t make it. I planted them the day before the rain started and they just didn’t tolerate it.
The last time I remember having this much rain, I was on my mission. We used to get caught in the middle of flash flood storms. The days would be hot and muggy at well over 100 degrees and the rain would hit out of nowhere. I remember watching the clouds and water approach like a waterfall. We have to take shelter in strangers homes, drenched in water and end up teaching a discussion.