This morning I awoke to the sound of a steady rain drumming on the roof...a sound you rarely ever hear in Tucson, where the rain, if there's any, usually takes the form of a late afternoon monsoon storm after a long, sweat-drenched, 100-plus degree day. But not today--today we have a slow, steady drizzle, and a sky that's completely gray from one side to the other, as if, if we're lucky, it might decide to do this all day long.
It feels like Massachesetts, or Ohio, perhaps, or even New York--any other place I've ever lived but this one. Raining like this, it doesn't feel like Arizona at all, and I'm in heaven. There's something beautiful about driving to work with the windshield wipers on, and since I woke up early (excited by the rain) I had time to get a leisurely breakfast at Scooter's, and drink coffee on the porch, watching people splashing to work through puddles. It's cool, and misty, and beautiful.
It makes me think of when T. was first trying to convince me to move to Arizona, because supposedly all the days are sunny and beautiful. "But I LIKE weather!" I protested. He said nobody got depressed here, because the sun is out every day. "But I LIKE rain!" I said. "It doesn't depress me!" But I moved here anyway, and within two months was fully depressed and on medication. But today, with everything splashy and grey, I'm feeling invigorated and happy, and even though it's been a crummy week, this morning all I have to do is look out the window to know that's it's going to be a great day.