My mind is filled with tons of memories of waking up to rain. Those days being so memorable. Living in back-ass-wards Roswell, rainy days were rare. It was a fuckin desert after all.
Listening to the pitter-pat-tapping of rain falling on the windows soothing my soul.
Once it rained for three straight days in Roswell. The streets flooded and sidewalks got washed away. I remember my mother driving her tiny Toyota Tercel down 2nd street to go to a charity pancake breakfast. The car hitting these huge puddles, spraying water in all directions. Dragging it down. The other cars sprayed water on us and blinded us from the road for a few heart pounding seconds.
Moving away and waking up in the big city. Driving to Toys R Us in the rain to find Star Wars Micro Machine playsets.
Attending Star Wars Celebration in the rain. Rained for three straight days again. Mud everywhere. Wet Leias. Soaked Stormtroopers. And all though water was everywhere, it made that weekend memorable.
Dusty Ayres once said in episode of Robotech, "I like the rain. It clears the dust from the air."
And I find myself saying that every time it rains.
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