The First Rainy Day

Its raining.

Today is the first rainy day of the fall season. I guess I am officially a Northern Californian, as I am actually happy to see the clouds cover the blue sky, feel the moisture in the air, and enjoy the bittersweet pain of wondering what I left uncovered in the yard. So far, its been just a smattering of drops, enough to count, but not enough to overwhelm. I like it. Whenever I have rain, I think of the ocean, and of waves coming onto the shore. I think of spending lots ot days baking on the sand and then freezing in the water with my dear Charles, now departed. I think of walking in the rain along the ocean near Eureka, picking up blue and green glass that was perfected by waves and sand. Yep, I love the first rain for the memories that it brings me. Its a good thing to browse in the past for a bit, and ignore the now and the coming.

I will not think of bills, or problems or bad economic forcasts or second rate candidates for office. For now I won't think about wet dogs and eroding slopes in the yard. I won't worry about slippery pavement with grandkids biking to school and daughters driving around town. I won't think about the fence slat installation project that I vowed would be completed before the rains came. Nope. Not me. I am going to enjoy the change of seasons. Yep. Worry free, that's me. Well, gotta go close the vents on the RV......it was nice while it lasted.