The Return of Rain

Several years ago we generated electricity from a homemade water wheel. There was 1,500 feet of pipe that went up a forested ridge, and in the fall, that pipeline took a lot of maintenance. Leaves falling from maple, alder, and cottonwood filled the intake. Branches coming down in wind broke pipes. We seemed to be up there every day.

And of course, there was rain.

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Excavating in the rain

I remember working out in that rain all day with my father, repairing pipe. My hands would be blue with cold but gloves didn’t work trying to hold small screws. Pipe glue would be hard to spread on pipe because of how wet everything was. The pipe itself was hard to maneuver because it was not only wet, but cold, which made it rigid. We’d have to pack in a small propane torch to warm the pipe. Plus, thereย is nothing to grip on a pipe, so your hands just slide up the slick PVC.

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Strider loved water in all its forms

As an aside, back then I carried a small square backpack that was an old Army surplus radio pack. The original straps had been replaced with rope that cut into my shoulders. But the pack was so sturdy that it easily carried that propane torch, plus jars of pipe glue, hacksaws, screws, battery-powered drills, battery-powered screw drivers, a thermos, and my father’s favorite peanut butter and Ritz cracker snacks.

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This one hated the rain. And the cold. And the outdoors.

The forest floor would get so soggy and spongy from all the rain. Fir needles stuck to everything, the creek ran full and noisy, and to be heard over the water we had to shout. One time the saturated ground gave way under my dad’s boot and he sank up to his hip. He had no feeling in his feet and legs from diabetes so he said he was fine. Half an hour later he said his leg was aching a bit, so we hiked back down that steep ridge. And then, at the doctor’s, found out he’d broken his leg.

And of course, I wear glasses, which don’t mesh well with rain. They are either impossible too see through because of sheeting rain, or impossible to see through because of fogging up.

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Those glasses!! Those freckles!! That hair!!

I have a clear memory of my father sitting on the mossy, steep ground, boots braced against an old nurse log, taking a break and smoking his pipe. It’s dumping rain, but he’s content, with a small tendril of pipe smoke twisting up around his stocking-hat-covered head, scenting the wet forest with cherry.

I do love the rain. Even when working in it. Even when we had something like a hundred straight days of rain. Think about that a minute. Over three months of nothing but gray clouds and water. People joked about growing moss instead of hair, and everything got moldy and musty. It was hard on many, never seeing any break in the gray.

I thought it was perfect.


She came into our lives after being dumped in the middle of a rainstorm.ย 

One of the best parts of wet weather is coming in after working in it. Hanging soaked coats and gloves and clothes around the wood stove, where they gently steam and smell like wet sheep. Holding cold hands over the hot, dry heat of a fire. Kicking off boots and struggling to pull off wet socks. Struggling just as hard to pull on warm, dry socks over damp feet. The kettle steaming and a mug waiting. Knowing you don’t have to go back out and can now sit without guilt by the fire, book in hand.


I love the sound of rain, too. The sound of water running over gutters, splashing, hitting the ground, the roof, the umbrella, the hood. I love the smell of wet earth. I love the sight of full rivers and streams, rushing over boulders and breaking in white foam around old logs from past floods. I even like the smell of wet pavement.

Wet dogs, not so much. But I like how happy they get after being toweled off, and how they shake dampness, scattering drops like they’re bringing the rain inside.


A goat that wandered over in a rainstorm looking for its home.ย 

So I’m thrilled the rain has come back. I’m ready to settle in for my favorite seasons of fall and winter. Soon it will be cool enough to build a fire.

And hang wet coats around the flames.

P.S. I wrote this last week. A couple days ago I came out of Costco with a cart piled high with a big stocking-up shopping. I got to the car just in time for dumping rain, thunder, lightening, and wind. I got completely soaked trying to cram everything in the car before it all got wet and ruined.

But yes, I still love the rain.


8 thoughts on “The Return of Rain

  1. Nicely written! I too have fond memories of working construction with my Dad, he too was stubborn and would never complain. But that rain though, we don’t get a lot of it here in San Diego, when we do, I love it!


    • Glad you have those memories. I didn’t always appreciate having to work with him, whether it was the pipeline, or going to work with him on his carpet-laying jobs in the summer. Now I wish he was still here to potter around with. He could drive you nuts sometimes though! Interestingly, I have a friend who moved to San Diego to get away from the rain.


  2. Thank you THANK YOU for expressing so beautifully my own love of these seasons to come. I’m quiet about it in town, hearing all the grumbles and complaints, while inside I’m doing ecstatic rain dances! ๐Ÿ™‚ I feel refreshed, re-hydrated, de-wrinkled, and ozone energized! Pic of Strider is GORgeous! One of Luke is hysterically funny; oh that GOAT! Adorable kitty ๐Ÿ˜ข but that last photo says it all for me of the exquisite loveliness of this time of year – hauntingly compelling. Pat Larson PHONE: 425-298-9431 (please leave a voice message)

    On Tue, Oct 1, 2019 at 5:54 PM Lisa Stowe – The Story River Blog wrote:

    > Lisa posted: “Several years ago we generated electricity from a homemade > water wheel. There was 1,500 feet of pipe that went up a forested ridge, > and in the fall, that pipeline took a lot of maintenance. Leaves falling > from maple, alder, and cottonwood filled the intak” >


  3. I love the rain as well, not so much being in it and getting all soaked, but rather watching and hearing it from the safety of a home or car. ๐Ÿ™‚ The water is whats pulling me as well, just like the river or the beach. But oh the power of a great thunder storm!! โค I have this memory as a teenager standing at the balcony door of my room, pressed against the cool glass, looking over the fields beyond our community at the edge of town and watching the lightnings in the sky and anticipating the thunder and taking a step back from the window because it was so scary loud. The instinct was to hide, but I told myself I am perfectly safe right there at the window and so I stepped back up and took in the powers of the storm. ๐Ÿ™‚
    I miss a good thunderstorm now, here in BC we get tons of rain, but barely any good thunder and lightning. Oh and that picture of yours, so cute!! You are so beautiful! I wish I had known you then!!! ๐Ÿ™‚


    • I like the image of you as a kid standing at the window. I was a very different person back then. I wouldn’t have had the courage to speak to you. Most people didn’t know I was in the room. Horribly shy, with a small close group of friends, bullied outside of that group. Those were hard, hard years.


  4. Today we had our first rain since August. It teased us at first, a short spurt of sprinkles here and there and then finally… a good farmers rain. The earth drank it up. I think it’s actually still raining. I sat on the couch and just relished the sound. Love your old school picture, you’re adorable.


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