It started on Friday night. It was late, and we were really tired, and we decided to go to bed like normal people. As I was washing my face, however, an earsplitting boom sounded, shaking the whole apartment. Thunder. Lewis was in the bedroom and saw the flash. And then the heavens opened and the rains came tumbling down (the floods, however, did not come up).
Now, as I'm sure you are aware, at least if you've been in Utah for the month of June, or read my blog on June 5th, it's been a wet one. Clouds and rain every day. But not rain, really. Just drizzle. I've been waiting for that day when the cats and the dogs descended from the sky, but nothing. No dice. Until now. Eleven o'clock on a Friday night when Lewis has work in the morning.
So, like the responsible people we are, we ignored the blessed rain, I finished washing my face, and we got into bed.
No, we put on some waterproof pants and our ski jackets and took a walk. It was glorious. Lewis got some Gore-Tex pants on Ebay a while back, but he never got the chance to test them out and see how waterproof they really are. He got his chance on this night when he sat in a gutter. And you know what? The pants worked! His bum was completely dry. Word, yo.
Truth time: I am the champion of summer. All things summer are at the top of my list of favorite things to do. Hiking. Camping. Swimming. Playing catch. And how much of that do you think I've been able to do in this weather? We haven't gone on a hike in ages! I will praise the day that the sun pokes her shiny little head out from between the clouds for an extended period of time.
And yet, I can't help but enjoy in when it pours. The mostly drizzle we've been having, I can do without. But thunder and lightening and fat drops slapping on the pavement are things that I just love!
Yesterday, as I was leaving the Home Depot after bringing Lewis his lunch, it started pouring in the way that I like again. It was stormy throughout my whole trip home. When I pulled into our parking spot, I stayed in the car for a little while, lying on my back watching the rain hit the sun roof. It was bliss. There was something very comforting about just lying there in the weather but not really. The only way it could have been better was if Lewis was there with me. After a bit, I got out of the car and ran around Wymount until the rain let up. Another of my favorite things.
The moral of the story is, rain - you're sometimes okay. But if you could be gone by this Thursday, that would be great. We're going camping.
Although something about camping in the rain sounds like fun.