On to the post...As writers, I think we experience life on a different level than most people--except for someone experiencing it for the first time--because we are always looking for new ways to relate things back to our readers. I have always been a people watcher, but it wasn’t until I started writing that I took things away from watching people and tried to understand the things I saw.
|Nathan Henry 3.5yo- 12pm Nov. 22, 2010-1inch of Snow|
The weather is something that each and every person experiences, but we all experience it differently. It wasn’t until I started writing that I discovered why I love living in Washington State.
I love the rain.
So I live in Washington State.
One of the things Stephenie Meyer didn’t get wrong about Forks, WA is the weather. The Hoho Rainforest is several miles away, and is the wettest place in the continental United States. Everything else she spouted off is pretty much baloney, but that’s beside the point.
I live hours away from Forks and just across the Puget Sound from Seattle.
Seattle gets a lot of rain.
My city gets a lot of rain.
But today, on this 22 day of November it is not raining.
It Is Snowing!
Did I mention I love the rain?
I never use an umbrella. I think anyone who lives in Washington and uses one is a sissy.
I never wear jackets or socks and close-toed shoes. (Although, with snow before Thanksgiving I may have to think about it this winter.)
I try to avoid white shirts, because they will inevitably become see-through, and being married means I have to show some form of modesty.
I love watching people traverse the streets when it’s raining. If they aren’t sissies and don’t have an umbrella they twist their faces into ghastly looks of contempt as they hurry from one shelter to the next.
I love the way rain feels when it slithers down my arms, or that first drop that penetrates my hair and hits my scalp.
I love when the hems of my pants are soaked and the water crawls up the denim.
I love the way the air smells right before it rains. I get a lot of these moments.
I love the sound the rain makes when it hits the car while I’m driving down the freeway. But what I love more are those intermittent times when I drive under an overpass and silence fills the space for a tick of a second. There’s something about the roaring of the rain contrasted by the utter silence that makes both more fantastic.
Rain makes me feel alive in a way that nothing else does. But isn’t that what its supposed to do, bring life to everything.
It certainly brings life to Washington State.
I live in the Evergreen State because I love the rain.
But today the lushness is frosted.
It’s supposed to be six inches deep by day’s end.
I think it’s gonna be a long time before I see rain again.
My in-laws think I am nutso. And well, they’re probably right. But I’d rather be nutso than not.
Give me a couple reasons you love the weather/season you do.
Happy Reading. Happier Writing.