Paddling taught me to love the rain. I love watching the response of water surface to rain. When the rain starts slow, I enjoy sky water meeting surface water. There is jump-for-joy action as the drop is received and ripples happen. When rain comes in hard and fast, water gets beat down as if crushed by a whipping. I love watching the rain travel across the sky.
When the wind comes -- those glorious days when the wind comes and I'm fortunate enough to wake up to it, I get to be wind bound and stay in the tent all day, catching up in my journal, reading, extra sleep and looking at the map.
When it rained today in Seattle, for a moment I believed that I was in my tent looking out. Wind bound. What a great excuse for being right here.
If you ever hear a weather broadcaster on t.v. saying that it is a "miserable day out there, it is going to rain all day and you'll have to take your umbrella," turn him or her off and find another announcer. That one knows nothing at all about the remember-your-baptism, marvel of rain.