I’ve adjusted to most of the weather anomalies of living in Southern Arizona. 110 summers took a while to get used to; 70 degree winters didn’t.

Rain is the one I still haven’t adjusted to. Mostly summer rain, monsoon rain. For over half of my life, rain was cold and chilly. It was something generally to avoid, something you might end up with the sniffles after. Here, though, it’s just wet. Rain, even here, can smell wonderful, but not in the summer very often. I still wait just out of the rain, seeing if maybe it will lighten up, trying to avoid that chill that always follows. But it doesn’t, and I just get wet. No relief, just wet.