Part of my traveling last month was to Brevard, North Carolina, a beautiful little town nestled up against the Pisgah National Forest. This particular part of North Carolina, as my friend who lives there will tell you, is a temperate rain forest. Which is to say, it rains a lot there and if you’re not okay with that, it’s probably not the place for you. It would probably be okay with me.
When I was in my teens and going through that whole very melodramatic phase of writing, I wrote a story that featured a great deal of rain. Everything important that happened in the story happened in the rain; you’ll have to trust me when I say it was all very dramatic and moving (thankfully, I’ve lost that story). This was possibly because I’d recently learned in one of my high school English classes about the use of weather to set the tone in a story. But maybe because I just really like rain.
For melodramatic people like myself and farmers, it’s been a very good summer so far in southern Indiana. I won’t call it a wet summer, because that would just be tempting fate. I’ll just say that we put an irrigation system into the community garden over the weekend, and it definitely won’t be getting used any time over the next week or so. For melodramatic people like myself and farmers, it’s been a very good summer so far in southern Indiana.
Which is just fine with me; there’s really nothing like a nice gully-washer with a bit of thunder and lightning rolling through in the summer on a regular basis. Okay, I guess if you’re planning a picnic or festival or other outdoor activities (like, say, Regatta), the rain might be less than ideal. But it’s not like it rains every day or even all day. There are whole hours of sunshine followed by torrential downpours. And it’s not like it’s a cold rain.
I’ll take it over the taste-of-apocalypse drought that was last summer, at any rate. Sit back, relax, and watch the zucchini grow–with this much rain, it’ll happen overnight.