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In honor of a rainy day here in New Mexico, I give you 13 musings on rain.
1. We don't get much rain here, at least in my part of the state. According to our local Chamber of Commerce, Rio Rancho gets about 8 inches of rain a year, and about 10 inches of snow. We are in what's called the high desert, or steppe in other parts of the world. Today, it's raining on and off, and supposed to all day today and tomorrow. Water from the sky is blessing here.
2. I grew up in Mississippi. Which is the 3rd rainiest state in the country after Hawaii and Louisiana. And people wonder why I moved to the Southwest. In Mississippi, it pretty much rains every day in the summer and very often during the rest of the year. On top of it being humid as HELL. Wet, sticky, and rainy. Although I don't remember caring that much. We played outside rain or shine, and puddle stomping and making paper boats to race in the ditches was a thing.
3. Hurricanes. Talk about rain. Sheets and sheets of it, as if it were coming out of some great faucet in the sky. Scary amounts. Camille and Katrina devastated my hometown. I was there for Camille, which happened when I was 7. I spent that hurricane under the bed with my Mom and brother. My dad was on a submarine out to sea (they are safer there, sitting on the bottom). Thank goodness we were far enough away from the Gulf that our house stood. We lost a couple of hundred year old pecan tree in the front yard though--never did find it. Just uprooted and poof, gone, like it had never been--nothing but a hole in the ground.
4. Bucket rain. Otherwise known as thunderstorms. In the South, we had this all the time--like someone turned over a bucket. 5 minutes of rain so hard you had to pull over if you were driving and then .... nothing.
5. My favorite kind of rain. The soft, gentle kind, that goes on for a whole day. I think they even call that a "soft" day in Ireland. Makes you feel all cozy, like you want to tuck in under a soft blanket with a good book and some cocoa. We don't get that here much.
6. Southwest Monsoon. The first time I heard this it cracked me up. Because the kind of rain we get here in the Southwest is anything but what you usually think of as a monsoon. It's an actual weather pattern, pretty specific to Arizona and New Mexico.
7. The Case of the Creaky Car. One year my parents came to visit when we still lived on the east coast of Florida. They had this super nice Cadillac (kinda odd for my parents, but it was a phase). We decide to go to dinner, and down highway A1A we drive (it literally runs right along the beach). We have a great dinner at a joint called SnackJacks and head home. Cue torrential downpour (see Bucket Rain above, except this went on for at least 20 minutes). Mom pulls over, because we can't see a THING and don't want to drive off the bluff into the ocean. Rain finally stops, but the road is 3 or 4 inches deep in water. She drives slowly to our destination, we all heave a sigh of relief, and go about day. From that day forward the car had this SOUND, squeak, rub, creak....something coming from underneath. My Dad, a car guy, tears the car apart, his buddies tear the car apart, and he can never find the source of the sound. He sold the car and never bought another Cadillac.
8. Rainy days and Mondays. Wasn't that a song?Cold rain. I lived in the Tidewater area of Virginia my last 2 years of high school, my first marriage, and for a couple of years in the late '80s. If you don't know it, the whole area is surround by water. One year, I lived in a cottage on the York River. It rarely snowed, but that was the most miserable, cold place in the winter. Damp cold, cold rain, that just gets in your bones and stays there. Don't miss it.
10. Maddie hates the rain. HATES.IT. We have a tough time getting her to do her business outside when it's raining. We open the door, she sees water on the patio and hears it hitting the patio table, and she's is all NOPE, not happening. We end up having to put her on a leash to get her out into the yard. And that's if it's NOT thundering. All bets are off when it's thundering.11. Ruidoso Rain. We went down to Ruidoso, NM for 4th of July to get Maddie out of our neighborhood. The fireworks are incessant, they use the large, illegal is this county mortars, and everyone has cinderblock walls. Sounds like I imagine Afghanistan sounded. Anyhow, it's a lovely little mountain town, and it rained the entire time we were there. But it was the good rain. Soft, stopped every now and then to let the sun peek out. No thunder. A wet, cool, 4th of July. Very different from here (it's about 4 hours south and west of here, up in the mountains).
12. Rain, rain, go away, run and come back another day. Said no New Mexican ever.
13. The Acoma Rain Dancers are a youth dance group at Acoma Pueblo here in New Mexico.