Like the deserts miss the rain

We had a few light sprinkles a few weeks back, but it's been dry as abone since. Last night was unusually warm, and kind of dark. The moon was a faint glow above the overcast layer of clouds, and Matt had commecnted yesterday how it almost seemed like it was going to rain.

Well, it certainly did. About 4 am I was woken by the pounding rain driving down onto the roof, hitting so hard it sounded like a hail storm back home. Off and on in the early morning, showers like that happened. It was kind of soothing, actually. Almost homey, for a born and bred Pacific Northwest boy like myself.

When I finally worked up enough motivation to get up and turn the heat on, and then dived back into bed to listen to the rain for a bit longer, I actually stopped counting down time til nmy vacation for a few minutes. Eventually, I took advatage of a lull to bike into work, and by mid-morning all the rain had stopped nd the evidence was mostly gone, lasting only where a few deeper depressions hadn't fully evaporated.

Of course, it was much nicer lying in bed listening to the rain than wiping the dust-puddles off my seat and bicycling through the piss-looking puddles with the film of oily sheen on top, but at least it was nice for a while...