As I was sitting here, half-past midnight, working on homework, a somewhat familiar sound came from outside. One I haven’t heard in what seems like a long time, but a comforting one. Rain. It’s raining in Los Angeles! I had to stop and sit in the doorway for a few minutes, just to listen to the rain pour down onto my back porch.
I had to share.
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You southern LA’ers have it so freaking easy!
I was down with my family a couple of years back for a Disneyland holiday in December … it was marvelous! We went swimming at the beaches! Water was nice …
I love rain. I love the smell of rain. I love the feel of rain. I remember once when I pulled my shirt over my head and ran through the mud puddles that had gathered on the road in front of my late best friend’s house. That was fun. 
When I got off work this morning, it was grey and overcast. I loved it!!! I miss summer storms. That’s one thing I hate about L.A… It usually only rains in winter.
I just love to sit and watch a good storm. The sound of rain is very comforting. I think that lightning has to be one of the most beautiful shows on earth.
Good thunderstorms are something we can boast out here in the Midwest. Yeah, we’re all idiots…we sit on our porches and watch the storms roll in. It’s like the Fourth of July every time. Easily amused? Nah, I think of it as low maintenance…
I love rain.
Once when my kids were little (3 and 8), we left home on a beautiful sunny morning and walked down to Main Street to shop at a used clothing store. Just as we were leaving, the skies burst open in torrential rain. All around us people were moaning and groaning and rushing to cars. And, well, there we were. A couple miles from home.
Little hopeless eyes looking up at me. WHAT would we do? Would Mom get mad?
“Hey kids shall we have an adventure?”
“An adventure?”
“An Adventure!”
I handed our purchases to the store keeper, saying I’d come back later. And we headed out into the storm.
We were drenched within a block. Not a dry spot on any of us, water streaming down our backs. Never in my life have I felt that wet–not even in the shower. Wind lashing the trees, blowing so hard and cold that we had to run and jump to keep warm. We jumped in puddles. We jumped in every puddle. We chased each other and threw rocks in the river. The water backed up over a foot deep in some streets and we held hands and waded. We cleared out blocked storm drains and watched the water stream free and clear.
In 40 minutes we were home, ruined shoes tossed into the garage, soaking clothes in the dryer, sitting in our bath robes and bare feet, our hair towel dried, drinking hot chocolate on the porch, watching the rain still pour down.
Fourteen years later, we still talk about it.
I love rain.
Summer evening thunderstorms are very cool. They are relaxing, refreshing, spectacular and humbling all at the same time. A covered porch is a requirement on any house I will ever own.
as_u_wish, that’s a wonderful story, truly heart-warming. Thanks for sharing. makes me want to go run around in the rain…