Deluge

Okay. I’m done. We have had rain off and on for weeks, but this week, this day, is enough for me. I feel like my home has been moved into a rainforest. I have foregone complaining until now for selfish reasons. Rain is good for the crops and good for my yard. It means a lower water bill and that no one, including myself, will expect me to go out and pull weeds. Rain adds to the water table, which sustains this area through the dry summer months, cleans the air, prevents forest fires, and washes the bird poop off my car. But a weather dial that is permanently stuck on this setting is not a good thing for me. A spring shower is one thing, but this bone-drenching downpour-that-never-ends is depressing. When it is finally over and the sun has come back out to play, I will be able to cheerfully proclaim how refreshing a good Eastern Oregon rain is, but for now, all I want to do is feed my growing depression with food. Where did I leave those potato chips?