posted by Evi on Feb 2
I just love rainy days. As I write this I’m sitting in my car eating lunch and enjoying the rain. This is the kind of day where I’d rather be home sitting in my lanai with a juicy novel, listening to the rain on the roof and the wind breezing through the pine trees. Unfortunately it’s Monday and one of the days I work.
Down here in Florida we never get enough rainy days to suit me. I guess that’s why it’s called the Sunshine State. Oh sure, we have a rainy season which lasts about six months. We get lightning so bad that I sometimes feel like joining the cat under the bed; a lot of crashing noise and torrential downpours. But 15 or 20 minutes later it’s all over and the sun is back hotter than ever.
(My husband took the above photo at Vero Beach.)
And don’t even ask me about the mosquitoes that suddenly appear in whiny clouds. I don’t know what’s so special about my blood but they seem to target only me. I mean they home right in on me. My Mom claims she never gets bitten, my husband thinks I’m crazy. He’s convinced that there are no mosquitoes out there. But I know better and have the welts and scabs to prove it. So that’s one of the downsides of rain.
Otherwise, I miss the days up North when it would actually rain an entire day or even several days in a row. It was such a cozy feeling sitting inside watching the raining pelt the windows. I remember one summer where the week days were sunny and gorgeous and it rained every weekend. Okay, so that did get tired after awhile.
But now we’re in fire season. (Yes, Florida is a state of seasons – fire season, rainy season, hurricane season.) So a little rain always helps. There’s nothing more frightening than seeing the smoke of a nearby fire and hoping it doesn’t head your way. This happened a few years ago when we were managers of a manufactured home community down the road from where we live now. The fire started from a lightning strike way back in the woods on the other side of Tamiami Trail and eventually worked its way right across the road from our park. Things really got exciting when it jumped the highway and started working its way into our park. Bill was out there with the firemen while I, brave soul that I am, grabbed the cat and my mother and drove around the park ready to take flight. Thanks to the fire department the fire was contained and we all still had our homes.
So where am I going with all of this? Nowhere really. It’s just that I love rainy days.
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