I love rainy days. Well, I love rainy days that don't involve me getting out of the house. I love curling up with a good book and reading while the rain drums a soothing rhythm on the roof and the water runs down the windows and makes tiny streams in the road. I love falling asleep to the sound of rain falling outside and rushing over the edge of the eaves in sheets as I snuggle down under the quilt, knowing that I am safe and warm.
The thing I miss most about the weather in Houston is the rain, although I never would have said I loved it when I was living there. It was just a part of life and I didn't really give it much thought. I'm certainly not complaining about the beautiful, clear days we've had this fall here in Tulsa, but I do miss those good soaking rains that make it smell like the world has been washed clean. It's not unusual to have an entire week of rain and clouds back home, but here we are lucky if a storm lasts longer than a few hours. The weather tends to be quick and violent in Oklahoma, and it feels like the rain never lasts long enough.
Thursday morning, I woke up from a deep sleep by a strange sound. I actually sat up in bed in confusion trying to put a name to it when Trevor sleepily told me that it was just rain. I've become accustomed to it's absence and I had to laugh at myself as I settled back in to sleep. Never in a million years did I think I would be confused by the sound of rain!
It's been raining today and I have been relishing every moment of it. It's cooled the air and washed the streets clean. We really need this respite from the dry weather, so today I am thankful for the rain.