When we built our first deck on our house, we didn’t know to space the slats a little apart so rain could get through. It’s the sort of thing that seems obvious in hindsight… But the material is a composite, so it doesn’t hurt too much, and I quite like the effect when we get serious rain here. It can be mesmerizing, watching the circles the rain makes in the standing water.
I think Oregonians should develop, or maybe we already have developed, a vocabulary for all the different sorts of rain we get. After all, the Eskimos are supposed to have a vast capacity for naming snow. Until recently though, I wasn’t all that concerned. I found it interesting that some days there could be a light rain that could soak you faster and more thoroughly than gigantic plopping rain drops. When I was a teenager, I hated the rain that was barely more than a heavy fog which would float up underneath my umbrella to destroy my carefully crafted hairstyle.
And then I created an audio studio in my home. My home of the vaulted ceilings. I soon found out that I had issues during a storm. And there was a big storm today, making me worry that I wouldn’t be able to record today. I was going to look at it as a sign from the universe to give my voice a break and just do a lot of editing, but I caught a break. Now, a caller just now thought he had a bad connection because he could barely hear me.
Maybe I should have just edited today…