I Hate the Rain

I detest, abhor, and loathe rain.

Not me. 

I actually like the idea of rain. I like rain at night, when I’m going to sleep. I like the sound it makes on the roof as I burrow under the covers.

I also like rain in the morning. I like to watch it while I drink coffee.

I like the rain when I’m at Starbucks, because somehow it makes buying ridiculously overpriced coffee seem more practical and less excessive.

But say I’m trying to do something productive like write a blog post, help my sister-in-law clean before her son’s birthday party, or smile…then I hate the rain.

Rain makes my head hurt, and it makes me sad. When I can’t see the sun, I feel depressed.

I vividly remember loving the rain one time in my entire life. Sienna was about a year old, and I had just started watching Veronica Mars. It was a Saturday, and all I wanted to do was sit inside and watch my new-found love. The Ogre, though, wanted to take a walk and do all kinds of outdoorsy family things.

I whined, pleaded and pouted to no avail. Shoes went on. Child went in stroller. I sullenly walked out the front door.

We hadn’t gone three steps before the skies opened up and let loose with a torrential downpour.

So we went home, and I turned on Veronica Mars and thanked the weather gods for loving me. I was so happy I poured myself a glass of wine at 2 p.m.

What’s weird is that I love the snow. I even love the snow when it’s not sunny. Snow is so lovely and ethereal. It turns everything into a magical wonderland.

How could you not love this?

Rain is dreary and boring. It turns everything into mud.


This really makes me a horrible person, actually, right here and right now. I live in a state that is currently enduring the worst drought it has been through since the Dust Bowl. All around me, my fellow Texans have been praying for rain to put out the fires, revive their dead beyond dead plants, and generally render this land habitable once again.

I’ve been with them in theory…right up until it actually rained.

I know this post sounds really hyperbolic and dramatic, but it’s actually true. Rain really does make me horribly depressed. My head has been hurting for three days and I’m on the verge of tears just now, as I’m writing this.

So now I face a moral dilemma: how do I be grateful for something that the world needs, that the world has been praying for, that is truly a gift, but which makes me personally want to stick my head in the oven?

Not to go all Sylvia Plath on you, but I’m genuinely grateful that I have the distraction of my in-laws and children today. Otherwise, that oven would look mighty tempting. And the fact that it’s electric and not gas would probably not occur to me until after my face was already uncomfortably hot.

Then I would just feel like an idiot, making me even more depressed.

Luckily, it is my precious godson’s birthday today, so I will absolutely have to force myself to smile. And as my reward, I get ice-cream cake.

I guess things could be worse.

I think, though, that at some point I am going to have to make peace with the rain. It isn’t likely that I’ll always live somewhere like Vegas or Dallas. In fact (spoiler alert), I have it on good authority that the Ogre and I and our precious brood will be moving very, very soon to a place where it rains every single afternoon. 

I am terribly excited about this, because it means 1) my husband will be with us, 2) I will get to have a new real-live friend who I made via these interwebs, and who I absolutely cannot wait to meet (and whose facebook page I  may or may not stalk trying to get clues on what I can cook for them the first night we invite them over that they will like), 3) the Ogre will have a temporary job, 4) we will live within mere miles of a BEACH, and finally, the most important, 5) I will be within driving distance of the Harry Potter theme park.

Here’s a hint:

The picture alone makes me swoon. I cannot wait to see it in person.

I. Am. So. Excited.

The first weekend we’re there, I’m driving to the theme park by myself and raising a glass of butterbeer in my own honor, for living without my husband all these many long months.

Okay, so all of these things are just overwhelmingly exciting.

And then there’s the fact that it rains nearly every afternoon.

And that alone is enough to make me want to cry, again.

I guess at some point I’m going to have to just go outside while it’s raining and sit there, in the rain, until I no longer want to drown in it. Until I can bear the fact that it looks like the whole world is crying.

But I’m not doing that today. Today, I choose vodka. And Chaka Khan.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887429052179249473 Dwija {House Unseen}

    Girl, you are seven kinds of crazy! And know that coming from me that is a HUGE compliment of the "we're exactly alike" variety. Not that I hate the rain ('cause I truly love it, I do) but that I am also seven kinds of crazy. Just different kinds than you. But you know what I mean, right?Anyway.I'M SO EXCITED FOR YOU AND YOUR MOVE AND OMG WHEN IS THIS HAPPENING?!?!?!?!?!?!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/10135272827538989265 Andrea

    Oh man. I like rain. I hate snow. Snow, here, makes mud. Mud and snow make me very upset.Anyway, congrats on the impending move! Sounds like a great adventure. :-)

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/10226221709279544399 Herb of Grace

    Hmmm… Would that be the Wizarding World of Harry Potter in Orlando??? 'Cause then I'd have to lay aside my lurker ways and actually comment and reach out a bit, since that's just minutes from where we live! :)

  • Lady Harriet

    You're moving to Ave Maria???? I just graduated from there in May! (I know I'm a lurker, and this is the first time I've commented, but I've been reading your blog for a couple of months now.) It actually doesn't rain much at all in Ave during the winter, and it's far enough from the coast that it doesn't rain as often in the summer as it would in Naples itself. Also, the rain rarely lasts for a long time. You will have sudden torrential downpours that last for a little while, and then clear up within an hour. I HATE grey, gloomy weather, and I was truly happy at Ave. I suspect I have SAD too, but I didn't have much of a problem with it there (certainly not compared to Wisconsin, where I'm from.) The sunsets there are the most amazing I've ever seen. However, Ave is about an hour from the beach, so if you're planning to live in the town it's a bit of a schlep to get there. Is the Ogre going to be teaching, or doing something else for the school?Let me know if you have any questions about it–my Godparents live in Ave (my Godfather is a professor) and I have a ton of friends still in school there. I kind of wish I could have stayed in FL, but that's not possible for me right now. Maybe someday!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557248434888642114 Melanie B

    Gotta admit I love the rain. And the snow. But not the mud when the snow melts, that's just icky. All the worse because it makes all that lovely whiteness into dull gray. That's just wrong. I'm excited about your move, though.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/13774997165220926432 Carla Dobs

    Was there for Mass on our last massively-expensive-while-I-was-still-working vacation….Will be so happy for you!!Carlawww.bringinghenryhome.blogspot.com