Rain Upon the Mountains

 Hello!

It's been raining in my corner of the world. A lot.

Normally, the small mountain town where I live gets rain only a few times a year. In the past week, the weather has been saying that we've had as much rain as we normally have in three months. And the storm is not done yet. Next week, we get more rain. All week long.

Right now, it's crisp and very cold. Thirty-five degrees with an actual feel of twenty-nine degrees. 

Despite the cold, and the wet, it's actually very beautiful. There's something to be said about rain-washed peaks, fog and crows in the early morning. The buildings' colors stand out in stark contrast to their bleak surroundings, looking for all the world like a water-color painting. 

As the rain was coming down, I paid special attention to the way the drops hit puddles, popping and splashing in cheerful, chuckling laughter the way only raindrops could laugh. 

Water rushed down the street, catching bits of oil from parked cars that gave it a sudsy appearance as it flowed along the sidewalk. The eddies as it caught on tires and overflowed the sidewalks at places and the little hills in the pavement that gave life to tiny rapids. So much life in a rainy day! So much ordinary magic that we take for granted!

-Julia Garcia/ Arysta Henry