Living in Oregon there is one thing for sure, you better make friends or at least peace with the rain. For me, the rain is one of my best friends. Well, this week, an old friend stopped by for a very welcome and unexpected visit.
I was so excited with my first hints of my friend returning yesterday. My canoe was damp and there was a pool of the clear liquid that had settled along the keel. “Holy $0@L, Rain is here.”, I spoke. I stepped out to the patio and could see the bricks were blotchy wet. Then it hit me, the smell.
Typically, the smell of rain is a sweet, fresh, lush green, full of life smell. Today’s smell was less sweet and more, well shall we say, the smell of an argument between summer and fall. Yet with the environments tug-of-war of 100+ degree heat few days ago and just enough rain to start the cleaning of the sky, there still was the slightest hint of that Swwwwwweetness. Sweeter still was the felling on my skin and in my heart, that feeling combined with my Oregon Senso-Rain 2009 was telling me that, “more rain a comin’.” And it did.
The night life in Portland last night was vibrant. Watering holes were bursting that seams, people we celebrating, laughing and joy bound everywhere. Other places in the world, the rain would be a damper but not here, not in this land of the web-foot. It was just the excuse to celebrate, stay up late, be our community and hang out with our old friend, The Rain.
This morning I woke to another BFF It was the Bayr with the wet dog smell, a big smile, and ready for a walk to smell the sweetness of an Oregon rain.
A minute with Chris-at-large 