I’m not sure what it is about rain that I like. No doubt I have done a bit of thinking about it. In another life it used to mean that either I got out of having to work most of the time or it meant that I would have to play later or sometimes not at all. I used to curse it when I was playing and pray for it when I was teaching. Looking back neither of those seemed to do much good. Now, out in the desert, rain has yet again come to my life and stumped me. Rain and I do not see each other much these days. Just a brief encounter now and then. It brings life here. It makes color here. It slows the pace a bit here. It leaves it’s mark on the landscape like nowhere else ,here. I am just not sure where it fits in the circle for me? No long rainy nights with some wine and a candle or two. It doesn’t stay that long in the desert. Few folks own umbrellas or raincoats in Terlingua. That is not to say that rain does not have it’s audience in the desert. People are afraid of it, curious about it, thankful for it, but most do not worship it. Maybe like all things that are out of place, it can be a pain in the ass. So, what is it about rain that I still like?
