Let's all agree to agree on something:
Weather is crazy.
That's right, it's just CRAZY. It changes or it doesn't, and we can't control it, and we can barely predict it.
In our agreement, let's add: THIS HAPPENS MOST EVERYWHERE.
As an example: one of my daughters played Spring Soccer. The season went a week over the original schedule due to two rained-out (snowed-out) games. On one of her game days I remember that snow fell pretty heavily in the morning; the snow was gone by 3:pm, and so the Rainout Hotline told me that games would be played as scheduled; an hour later it was snowing again; at game time, the snow was gone (and that hour was the coldiest cold that ever colded, that one, yipes).
"Whuuuuuuuh? Snow in April? ONLY IN UTAH!" is what I hear.
And it's simply not true.
Know how I know?
Because I grew up in Western New York, of "Only In Western New York!" fame.
That's right. Snow during prom. 80 degrees for three days in January.
Look, weather is awesome and scary and unpredictable. In Utah. In Western New York. I remember a tornado in Busti, I remember something very similar in Provo. It's not news, it's not worthy of over exclamation, it's weather.
And as for this rain? As in, Thank-Goodness-It-Didn't-Rain-On-May-6th-Even-Though-It-Rained-All-Week-Before-That-And-The-Rain-Hasn't-Exactly-Let-Up-Since?
I love it.
Having the weather be like this has given me reason to not feel like I'm missing out on enjoying a good day outside when I'm working on getting things accomplished indoors.
Plus, I just love storms.
What about you? How do you feel about it?