Welcome, Rain
It had been two solid weeks of nothing but rain, with little breaks in between. Unseasonably so. At a time of the summer that is usually some of our best weather, the drops just kept falling and falling... day after day. Almost like the skies were mourning some unknown thing the rest of us were oblivious to. It felt so gray. So dark. The earth itself began to struggle to hold that much water as meteorologists on local tv kept telling us the rain-inch tally was going up rapidly and we weren't forecasted to come out of it anytime soon. Rivers and creeks kept rising, their banks barely keeping the current within. It felt so opposite to what we hold out for all winter long. Even though Alaska does get quite a bit of rain every summer, a late Spring this year had us all longing for some warmth and sunshine. Two straight weeks of a pouring torrent wasn't exactly on our wish list. But then I began to think... Some seasons of life feel like this, too. They're unwan...
