I am not in the mood for this rain this morning. Not in the least. I need a crisp fall day with crystalline blue skies and the occasional orange leaf wafting past my window while I write.
I have two deadlines for two major projects that have already gone by. I asked for and received an extension on both, but now it’s do or die time. I do not need to be drowsy and in fear of my power going out.
I’ve never lived anywhere where it rained like this. Not even in Hawaii in the rainy season. I call these the monsoon seasons and we have two of them – one in the spring and one in fall. However, this past spring, they never ended. It’s just been one very wet summer. I am weary of rain.
West Virginia is a temperate rainforest. Really. I looked it up once and Seattle has nothing on us for rainy days. It’s just that we concentrate our rain and have deluges. I had a girlfriend visiting from San Francisco one time during one of our downpours. She was both amazed and terrified. She kept saying different things in the vein of, “If this was California we would be ordered to shelter in place.” Here? Life just goes on unless it floods. I surely hope Ian doesn’t treat us to floods. We’ve had more than our fair share.
When we moved to West Virginia the first time, I lived on the third floor of an old Southside Huntington brick. There were sloping ceilings and one set of windows near my bed that went from floor to ceiling. I could lie on the bed, watch the rain, read, and dream my high school dreams. It was lovely.
As the years went by, it became less and less lovely. We transferred to Wisconsin where monsoons don’t happen and there is an abundance of sunny days, albeit often cold. Very cold. Blue skies in the winter guaranteed subzero temperatures. It had to warm up to snow.
We transferred back here and moved into the barn with its tin roof. Oh, how glorious, rain on a tin roof is! My family room is still under a tin roof – I negotiated with the insurance agent who made us get a real roof if we wanted coverage. So, I still get that roar of rain in this room. The room where I write. The room where I have to, have to, have to be productive today.
The sound is hypnotic, and I want nothing more than to curl up on the sofa with the puppies, a cup of coffee, and a good book. But I procrastinated myself into this situation and I must muscle my way out of it. By the sounds of it, it will still be raining after I’m finished. I’ll get cuddle time, yet which is good. I’m in sore need of downtime.