Rain, rain, don't go away (yet)

It's been raining non-stop in Boston since Sunday and while the gals on my street are complaining, I'm loving it. After two years in the desert, I've missed these rainy days. As an added bonus, the temperature is unusually cool for the end of summer, so I am wearing long sleeves and boots, a little dress rehearsal for fall. Last night, I slept with the windows cracked. There was a constant downpour and I had the best go to bed and die kind of sleep.

Tomorrow it will be back in the 80's and our leftover chili will seem ridiculous.

But for tonight, it is still brisk and lovely. I'll put the kids in fuzzy jammies, pull the covers up to keep them snug, and then I'll tuck myself in to dream of falling leaves.

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!