Maquinna's Poop du Jour

You Can't Stop Spring

It's raining, raining hard. We get so many kinds of rain back home, I'd forgotten them all, like how the Inuit have 20 words for snow, or something like that. There's the usual curling fog with rain so fine it's hardly more than a pervasive mist. There are the musical plunk-plunk-plunk drops that hit the back of your neck and drip down your shirt for an icy surprise. There's light rain versus heavy showers and light showers versus heavy rain. Don't know the difference? It's the size of the drops - showers are finer drops than rain, so you can have heavy showers - lots of light drops - or light rain - fewer heavy-sized drops.

When you're under the canopy of cedars and firs in the rainforest, the rain barely touches you, but the humidity invades every inch of your skin, leaving your face dewy soft, and sometimes wrinkling your fingers like a long hot soak in the tub.

It's raining hard here now, washing away the soot-encrusted lumps of snow. It's like seeing the world take a much needed bath. These grey days used to depress me back home, but today, I'm cheering on the rain. Rain harder! Take the snow away! It's time for spring - bring it on!

posted by Maquinna @ 2:24 p.m.