As a child I remember Monsoon season coming in July and rain pouring buckets full of hot water all over us. We LOVED to go running out in the rain and spinning circles in the front yard. The only time I really hated the Monsoon was during city championships for swimming. It hit EVERY.SINGLE.TIME!! No fail, we'd be trying to have an important swim meat and there would be 100 mph winds gusting through, massive lightning bolts setting the dark sky ablaze and big FAT rain drops drenching all involved. Inevitably people would scurry to every little corner and we'd have to wait it out. 'Cause, also if you didn't know, monsoons come in and out within minutes. So, as a child wanting to just swim my freaking race, I was NOT a fan.
Anyway.....somewhere along the way, somewhere in all this "global warming" and greenhouse affect and what have you...Monsoon season seems to have disappeared. This summer the sky got dark and it was humid as hell for like 6 weeks but never freaking rained. We got to the very end of July before we finally got some rain. Apparently there was a lot of rain while we were in Greer, and then nothing so much since we've been home.
Evidently the monsoons have moved to August.
Last night...pretty much OUT.OF.NOWHERE the wind started blowing fiercely. Things were flying through the air, tubs in my backyard went hurtling outward and then BOOYAH!!!! The sky, she opened up and dumped her bounty upon us.
Auntie Julie took the kids out front to play in it (cause she's good like that), and after a couple of minutes they came in and said "Mommy we want you to come play in the rain with us." At the moment, I was "busily" reading about an armless Chinese pianist and watching him play some beautiful song with his toes. I couldn't be bothered. PLUS, PLUS....I HATE getting wet. Nothing worse than getting wet. So, I politely declined their invitation. When they asked why, I said, "Mommy hates getting wet, and I'll melt." they believed me (well Maggie giggled and told me I was wierd)and went back out and played.
Then I felt really guilty. I felt like the worst mother ever. My toddlers were playing in the rain, having so much fun, and I was too busy watching Chinese footman play his piano. The guilt took over and soon I went out front to "play"; and by play I mean, I stood under the eaves so as to not get wet, but to watch my cute kids have the time of their life.
This was the first time they ever got to run and play in the rain.
They had so much fun. The giggling and soaking wet hair was worth it. I might add, it was at this point Maggie stopped, looked up and said..."I'm peeing." and then stood there and peed. Apparently she got confused, this was not like when we're swimming and she has to pee and we just have her go stand over some rocks by the pool deck and pee. What? At least she doesn't pee in the pool. Anyway, she didn't enjoy the pee pee pants feeling so much afterward, but hey, that's what you get, you little urinator.
Max is looking up at the big drops coming off the eaves. He was sooo happy. He kept saying "RAIN, it's RAIIN, FaWING".
Running in the gutters.....nothin better (or dirtier, but who was checking that). They were none to pleased with me when I finally called them in and insisted that rain play was over and bathtime was in order.
Sometimes the unexpected showers bring the greatest joy. Yay for late monsoons and little wet feet.
Raindrops and roses,