Let it Rain, Let it Pour

I love the rain. We have metal awnings outside our bedroom window so I get to actually hear it while watching the ripples spread across the pool. This last weekend we had rain from Thursday until Monday. Not that unusual for folks whose natural landscaping in green. But a nice treat for those of us in the Valley of the Sun (whose traditional color is brown.)

Naturally when it’s raining, I have to be out in it.

This causes some issues for the dog. Don’t get me wrong. Bear loves to swim. He walks downs the steps, bites the leaves/bugs floating on the surface, does a few laps then gets out, shakes off and lounges by the water pretty much all year round.


When he was a puppy, the kids thought it was funny to spray him with the hose. To say he didn’t like it, is to say white rice has a few carbs. If the hose was running, he wouldn’t go outside. And giving him a bath was pretty much impossible. He took off the shower door once, does the Houdini routine to escape his harness and leaps and jumps, showing only the whites of his eyes until he runs far, far away where the hose couldn’t reach him.

As you can imagine, this made walking the mutt a bit difficult on those 10 days of the year when it actually rains here.  Thankfully, he loves his walkies and once he made sure (by walking backwards for half a block) that the kids weren’t about, he decided he liked walking in the rain.

Now, he loves it like the rest of us desert dwellers and insists on going outside to sit in it then the turd comes back inside and lays down on my side of the bed and rolls around.

Of course, there was a setback a few years ago when Bear was prancing around in what he thought was rain when he looked up to see my son on the roof with the hose. It took him most of the summer monsoon season to stop checking the rooftops for random hose wielders.

Today the rains move out of the Valley and while I’m sad to see them go, I’m glad not to have to wash/dry my blankets every night.

About Linda Andrews

Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal." All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house? If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at www.lindaandrews.net She’d love to hear from you.
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4 Responses to Let it Rain, Let it Pour

  1. Dam says:

    I sure hope someone doesn’t call the EPA, DSS or SPCA. The EPA for wasting/diverting rain water, DSS for allowing your kids on the roof and the SPCA for treating the family dog so cruely. After all, the more cases these agencies get the more funding they receive. I sure the public works department could get in on the issues also since isn’t it against the law to waste water in Arizona?
    I look forward to rainy days simply because I can stay inside and read all day. Plus it cuts down and watering the veggie gardens.

  2. EPA has no jurisdiction over rain water here, it’s the county:-) Guess, I shouldn’t post that I allow my kids to jump off the roof into the pool either. It’s fun! And as I told my kids when they were younger, taking a bath is not cruel or unusual punishment.

  3. docdigit says:

    …it’s only cruel and unusual punishment for EVERYONE ELSE if the DON’T take a bath…glad you enjoyed the rain, ours tends to be freezing rain this time of year, I couldn’t get out of the driveway until 10:00am yesterday it was so slick.

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