WooHoo! It’s Raining…Rain…

Ok, so it sounds stupid to most of the rest of the world. But it’s been about 143 days without rain in the Phoenix Valley: a record drought. Yesterday it was knock-metal-tables-over windy and the temperature dropped and turned cold quickly. By cold I mean cold enough for a jacket, which means for me a sweater and a jacket, because now I’m a complete wuss. Last night I woke at about 3 in the morning, and there was this weird noise on the roof. And then I heard dripping, little splashing pitty-pat raindrop noises.


I had to get up and see for myself. The sky was a grungy orange color and our brand new patio was sopping wet. Of course, I had to undo the half dozen impediments that kept the door locked and slide it open so I could smell the rain. Had it been a little bit warmer, I would have gone out there in bare feet and pjs, but as it was I shut the door when my knees started to freeze.


Little did I suspect it would still be raining when I woke up for the day. And, it’s still raining now. The grass looks downright ecstatic. How do I know the grass is ecstatic? Because it looks extra green and content. Sweetface can blab all he wants about storm lighting, but I think our new lawn is happy. The fact that it’s raining at all is surprising, but the sheer amount of rain is like a godsend.


Sweetface credits the fact that he washed the car last night. Or Chandler’s 18th Annual Ostrich Festival could be to blame for the much needed rain. Attendees will undoubtedly experience the aromatic smell of wet ostrich. Personally, I think one of our good friends in the Pacific Northwest (who is obviously in good with a higher power) wished that the rain would go to Hell. And it did.


Thanks, Pacific Northwest! It was just what we always wanted.