Oct. 4, 2012 - Ashley
I want it to rain. I want a bone drenching, gutter-filling, torrential downpour. The kind of rain that fills every gully and gulch, accompanied by howling winds that throw the fat drops sideways against your window panes in a riotous cacophany.
I am aware that, as an Oregonian, it is practically blasphemous to wish rain upon our sodden state. This fall though we are having an unusual dry spell. Day after day dawns cloudless and endlessly blue and everything is crackly and bone dry. We have left things outside for months (bikes, beach towels from last weeks surf session, chairs, etc...) a move that would usually result in some soggy belongings.
It has been beautiful, don't get me wrong; a quintessential Indian Summer full of golden light, warm evenings and red sunsets. But lately I have been feeling a building pressure and need for that familiar Oregon rain. There is something so cleansing and renewing about a good rain. Something sacred.
I will continue to enjoy the sunshine but maybe today, just for good measure, I will go outside and do a little rain dance.