It's raining over at Susan's place today. My father (in New York) is getting hit as well with lots of fallout from the New England storms.

After my family, rain has to be the thing I most miss out here in the desert. Gloomy weather is the perfect outlet for the melancholy corners of my personality. I love to watch the rain, to walk in the rain, to throw a batch of cookies in the oven and curl up by the window under a quilt with a book in one hand and a cup of really good (or even not so good) coffee in the other. I love to watch my little "desert rats" run around under this strange stuff falling from the sky and stomp in puddles.

I'm headed east soon for a visit. I'm making a date with myself for the first summer shower I encounter.