I’ve lived almost the past two decades in one place. A bit of stretch for someone who was already moving before she left the womb.

Regardless of my inability to not constantly be on the move or feel the urge to change the positioning of furniture because I can’t stand to have something in one place for too long, I did grow accustomed to certain things.

One of them was weather. I am used to the annual precipitation being about 4 inches. Yes, 4 inches for the whole freakin’ year.  I think I end up using more water in the shower in a week than that.

Here, it’s not the case. We have had pretty much non-stop rain for three days. And guess what? No flooding.  The no flooding with this much rain is new to me.  I keep waiting for the back  yard to become a miniature swamp land. Soggy and nasty and a breeding ground of skeeters.

But not just that, it’s not buckets being poured down from the heavens upon my head. Oh no, it’s a nice steady rain. The kind you see the movies or the kind you hear on those CD’s you can buy at the Nature Store for 20 bucks to help you sleep. But hell, I get it for free now!

It’s been nice. In one day we have gotten 1/4 of what we usually got in 1 whole year! It’s almost surreal. I forgot this kind of weather existed. Or maybe I didn’t. I thought it was just in some nirvana like place where things aren’t always dry.

However, I am sure by this point I am irritating the natives with my amazement at the obviously normal weather occurrence. Soon I will probably take an umbrella to the head. Yet I’m sure I’ll just keep smiling