Sometimes the rain gets a bad rap. It makes driving, and generally being outside with somewhere to go, a bitch, messes with weekend plans and outdoor running schedules, and in extreme cases causes floods and natural disasters that definitely aren’t a lot of fun. In spite of this, I absolutely adore the rain. I love that it gives me an excuse to curl up at home and be lazy; the trickling mini-rivers it creates on the streets; and most of all, the sound of it. There are few things I find more soothing and therapeutic than being at home listening to raindrops hitting trees and rooftops and pavement outside. I’m sure this has a lot to do with where I grew up, on the wet Windward side of Oahu at the base of the Ko`olau mountain range; it rained often, and after a heavy rain, little waterfalls would stream down the ridges in the mountains, and I could hear them from my house. A good, hard rain is something I missed while living in San Francisco (where the rain tends to be light and misty), so I consider myself lucky to now be in Okinawa, where when it rains, it POURS–the raindrops here are wonderfully gigantic and make the best splashing noises that I’ve ever heard!
Honestly, I can’t wait for the torrential downpours of rainy season to return (May to June-ish). But until then, the occasional shower, and rainymood.com, will have to do. Ahhhh, insta-rain… amazing.