Rain, rain, don't go away

It rained yesterday.

And while my pals in Georgia have been complaining about the rainy weather, here in the desert, a rainy day is a good day.

The rain is so rare that the kids run to the windows and smush their faces against the glass to stare as the drops pelt down from the sky. So rare, that last year, Little Guy turned to me and asked what it was. We moved here when he was nine months old, so he really couldn't remember the rainy days back east. Rare enough that I have only had to pick up Girlie from school once when it was raining and she doesn't even own a rain coat.

So, we don't get the rainy day blues.

Quite the opposite!