“A big storm wouldn’t be a big storm without some palm trees blowing around.”

Yesterday and last night it poured. Even now it is still raining. The temperature is 41˚, winter warm. I have no reason to leave the house so I’ll hang around, do a bit of dusting, water plants and eat the leftovers.

Henry goes out in the rain. He is not enthusiastic, but he does go with little prompting. My boxers hated the rain. They’d get to the door, poke their heads out then back into the kitchen. They would go out only when they couldn’t wait. Once during a snow storm, Gracie waited 16 hours to go out.

Even when I was a kid, I loved the rain. In the summer, I’d run around outside on a rainy day to get soaked. I always kept playing. Rain never interrupted summer fun.

In Ghana, during the rainy season, it rains every day. The days are cooler than during the dry season though cool only in comparison. I love the rainy season. When I’ve gone back to Ghana, it has been during the rainy season when the dust has disappeared, and the millet is green and tall. The rain never stopped me from going to town, especially on market day, every third day. I’d buy my tomatoes and eggs and hope for a surprise like when I found the watermelon. Sometimes, when the rain was heavy, I’d find shelter. One time I stood outside under the awning of a small shop. The owner saw me, invited me into her shop and brought me a chair. That is so Ghanaian. Other times the rain was soft and easily ignored. I just went about my errands knowing the sun would be back to dry my clothes.

My memory drawers sometimes send me a single image prompted by something I’ve seen or written. Talking about the rain flashed an image of me sitting on school steps under an overhang during a soft rain. I remember it was in Winneba where we stayed for the first two weeks of training. I was alone sitting on the steps. The rain had chased the other trainees to dry places. I sat, watched the rain and marveled. I think my mouth was opened in awe. I remember thinking I’m in Africa during my first rainstorm. I am actually in Africa.

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4 Comments on ““A big storm wouldn’t be a big storm without some palm trees blowing around.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    My favorite episode of Seinfeld is the, “Chinese Restaurant”, that’s the one where Jerry, Elaine and George are waiting for a table to eat dinner before going to see the world’s worst movie, “Plan 9 From Outer Space”. Last night I saw the entire movie on the Turner Network without commercials and it’s truly the worst movie ever made. Have you seen it? There aren’t enough rotten tomatoes to rate this turkey. It’s Ed Wood at his worst.

    Obviously, the big snow storm has missed you and is probably dumping tons of the white stuff on Boston. Today was another sunny day with a high in the low 60° range.

    Today our local Groundhog came out and saw his shadow, according to him, six more weeks of winter. Tomorrow we should hit 70° tomorrow and 75° on Thursday, what winter? 🙂

    My memories are jogged by smells as much as anything else. When it comes to names it takes longer for my brain to make the connection. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      I have seen that movie and, sadly, other movies almost as bad. I chuckle every time I see any part of Plan 9. This was Bela Lugosi’s last film, and he died before it was completed. Ed Wood hired his dentist for the part. The guy was quite a bit taller than Lugosi and had to hide his face with his cape during the latter part of the movie because he was the dentist.

      I had rain, and it rained again today. The snow was quirky. My sister got around 10 inches. About a half hour north of her got 2 feet. It was such an uneven amount of snow throughout the state.

      You want winter? Come north. We are still in the grip of winter.

      Smell is the greatest memory trigger. Like you, my mind has to grab names of people and things. The older I get, the more they dive deep into my merry where I can’t find them.

  2. lilydark Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I think, from what I’ve read is there will be six more weeks of winter. But does the groundhog know about climate change?
    It was sunny here today– a nice break from the rain.
    When I was a child rain meant people didn’t go to the beach, they went shopping– so my parents loved the rain.
    My father had odd powers, that when ever he visited our group at the beach it would start to get cloudy and often rain. He was politely asked to curtail his visits.
    The rainy weather makes my old bones more painful– but we really need rain here. The upside is some lovely flowers are blooming, and the lemon tree is filled with lemons.
    On FB we’ve been playing a game substituting the word girl for Squirrel. I keep thinking of you. Good squirrels gone bad.
    Take Care,
    Lori and Ms. Cookie

    • katry Says:

      Hi Lori,
      You’re right about the six weeks of winter. February is usually the snowiest month here, but we missed the recent snow and got rain instead. I’m not complaining. I’ll take that sort of winter storm any time.

      I hate when it rains in the summer. The tourists take to the roads to find something to amuse themselves, and they drive slowly to crane their necks. I know not to go out when it rains.

      The state had drought status most of last summer. Here on the cape we had only a drought warning. The amount of rain we got instead of snow from this storm will keep us out of drought warnings next summer.

      One of my fingers and my thumb are arthritic at the knuckles. They bother me in the rain, but I use a salve on them, and it takes the pain away.

      I’ll hit Facebook tomorrow. Tonight it is early to bed for me (it’s 12:30). I have an early uke lesson tomorrow.

      Hugs to you and Ms. Cookie!!

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