Monday, September 14, 2009

Call Me Oregonian

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The first mark of an Oregonian is that we actually refer to ourselves as Oregonians. Nobody else in the nation even knows that that's what you call somebody from Oregon. The second mark of a true Oregonian is a near obsession with the rain. And I've got it.

I love the summer sun and fun days at the beach or the park, but nothing makes me feel the way the rain does. I think the only time I find myself disappointed that it's raining is when I've planned an outdoor party (like my birthday party. Sad day. At least we got to play with the parachute). Everybody and their mom says they love the way the rain smells, and I do, but even more than that I love how the sky takes on it's hue of overcast gray and lets out the beautiful pit-pat-pat-pit-pit of raindrops on the world. Can't you just hear the sound of rain falling in a tin can? Or on the plastic overhang on the side patio? I can.

Oregonians also know how to puddle-hop. This was a talent I took for granted until my husband and I started dating and going for long walks all the time. Even in the dark I had no problems stepping or daintily (I'm so sure) leaping over the puddles in my path. Meanwhile, my poor, doting hand-holder was walking around with wet feet. I tried to teach him, but to no avail.

Another thing about rain- there are different kinds. Downpour, torrential downpour, just rain, spittle rain (makes me itchy), the list goes on. Just rain, or a good hard rain (especially when you're already crying anyway) are my favorites.

Perhaps my favorite way to get caught in the rain is wearing a cozy hoodie. I picture myself running in from the parking lot in high school wearing one of the many promotional sweatshirts from the plays I was in. Why on earth did I ever pack those away in a box and leave them at home? I miss them. They are like old friends. So many memories.

Life feels right when it's raining on the world. Perhaps that's why I find myself feeling so thrilled every time it rains here in this place I'm in that's not Oregon. Today about lunch time we heard the thunder roll in loud and booming. I started feeling excited. Then, the torrential downpour began. It was one of those rains that comes down in sheets and makes the spaces in between the color of trees and buildings look white. I couldn't help myself- I got up from my lunch to join my two year-old nephew on the balcony to watch the rain.

Ahh. Everything is beautiful.

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6 comments:

Lisa Lou said...

yes yes yes. I agree. and I know my dad and alison agree too. i prefer the overcast gray rainy cool days. I hope O has your love of rain too!

Katie said...

Don't worry, she does. She was fussy the other night and Bryan found some white noise kinds of videos on You Tube to play for her. She, of course, loved the sound of rain. That's my girl. :)

CK Morgan said...

i was so happy when it started raining today too. Jonathan showed himself to be a true wahingtonian by pointing out there and screaming until I walked out in the rain with him multiple times.

Polly said...

Yeah, we had our first rain in months a day or two back...not really real rain yet...kind of spittley rain during the night...but it was nice to have it back. Once it returns for real, though, our walking days here will be over. :)

Melissa Ann said...

AHHHHHH! OREGON!! Don't even get me started.

Erica and Spencer said...

oh my goodness! I'm right there with you in the true Oregonaian phase. I was so calm when it rained the other day. There is something that just feels right in the world and balanced when it rains. Also, I feel like my skin is taking a drink of water, it's the best!