Rainy days

It's raining! Or at least it was. That's the unpredictable weather for you in Nevada. You can look out your window in the morning and hope for a sunshiny day. Mid-afternoon rolls around and suddenly the temperature has dropped 10 degrees, but it feels like more with the biting winds. You grab your jacket, scarf, and gloves, but buy the time you've prepared yourself, the clouds have cleared and all is well again.

Sometimes it gets depressing. I love a good rainstorm more than all the sunny days combined, and Nevada's bipolar weather constantly teases me. Sun, clouds, sun, clouds.......sun.

But when it does rain, time stands still. The very world becomes as clear as crystal as your nose picks up scents that city pollutants normally mask. Drop after drop lands on the asphalt. Soon the entire road is darkened by sheet after sheet of tears from the clouds.The plants and the soil inhale deeply, soaking in this rich nourishment God has given. The desert has thirsted long enough, and now it drinks in great gulps.

During a rain storm, it's impossible not to stare out the window because rain is perfect for sparking the imagination. It's the tranquility that comes from the knowledge that everything is allowed to stop for a few moments. This peace provides a moment for the mind to wander those thoughts of suppressed creativity as rain spatters the window. Everything that has been tucked away for a less busy time can make its reappearance, whether they are truly important, or simply daydreams.

Rain storms can be beautiful anywhere, I'm sure. But Nevada has a certain charm unlike anywhere else. The musical drops, the peaceful ambiance, the crispness of the air, and the smell of wet soil all contribute to this charm. Yet there is more to these storms: something indistinguishable in their nature, something only God could precisely describe.



By the way, it's raining again.