Rumi: Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
I spent the day at the movies today. And when we left the theater, it was raining. Yes, raining in Southern California. We certainly need the rain here, and I think it’s supposed to rain the rest of the weekend. But it was a little inconvenient for me when I walked to my car without a jacket or an umbrella.
It was already dark, but as I walked to the car, I imagined that it was still daylight and I was enjoying the brisk stroll. I was getting wet, very wet, and all I could smell was hairspray. Which, of course, was no longer holding my hair in place. I was basically looking and feeling like a drowned rat.
When the family moved to California in 1982, my mom wasn’t keen on the idea. Of course, she moved and eventually enjoyed her time here. For a long period of time after we moved, my mother always reminded us how dry it was and how Californians didn’t get to enjoy a change of seasons. After months, Southern California finally experienced a long period of rain and my mother literally went outside the house and danced in the rain. It was a sight to see!
If you don’t live in California, this is what we get excited about: (1) rain; (2) when avocados are on sale; (3) when it’s raining; (4) going to In-N-Out for hamburgers; and (5) when water falls from the sky.
Oh so true.