I’m sitting in my lounge chair listening to the roar of raindrops bouncing off our patio blocks. It is a welcome sound as it has been a dry spring and the garden as well as the pumpkin crop are in need of a drink. The sound of falling rain has been music to my years for as long as I can remember. I was a farm kid so falling rain was usually a welcome sound. Of course there were occasions when too many days in a row included the ‘pitter-patter’ of raindrops. Then as all good farmers we complained loudly for whatever good that did.
The frozen, crystals of rain which are more commonly referred to as snow flakes have also been a welcome part of the weather scene for me. Besides the beauty and peacefulness of the falling flakes they also provided the potential of producing a grand adventure….a Minnesota blizzard! For 12 years (elementary and high school), 5 years of college and 42 years teaching school falling snow harbored the ‘blizzard’ possibility. Let’s see….12 + 5 + 42 = 59 years of anticipating a break in the routine as wind and snow provided us a ‘snow day’. They say it takes 21 consecutive days of doing something for it to become a habit so for me it’s quite understandable that when snow falls I begin to think ‘blizzard’.
Well the rain has stopped and so it’s time for me to end this blog for now. I’ve got an important thing to do at the moment……slip on my boots and go check the rain gauge! ?
