I am grateful for November rain.
November rain marks the turning of the seasons here on the west coast. It washes away the last of the summer heat and the crisp, early days of fall. Sometimes it sneaks in as early-morning mist with the dawn, or gathers as dense fog over the bay. Sometimes it’s heavy and a single droplet can wash half your face. It smells clean and fresh and new.
But what I like best about the rain, is its sound. Hitting the roof it creates a steady drumming that soothes the soul.
I feel cozy sitting inside, beside a fireplace with a book. Yes, call me crazy, but I love November rain.
The picture is of the river swollen from the last storm. There were power outages up and down the coast and although our lights stayed on, we were put on a boil-your-water advisory, or whatever it’s called. Storms remind me, that my life is well beyond my control. And I think that’s a good thing.
How about you? What are you grateful for this week?