Saturday, March 04, 2006
Rain
It has been raining off and on for the past week. Yes, even in sunny California! Some of it has been good, strong rain…the rest of it the usual drizzly stuff. Some stormy, windy days with our palm fronds blowing over the house and clear to the other side. Must call the city for a special pick up soon. The city will not allow us to put them in the trash can as palm fronds are virtually indestructible. Not that they would fit.
Rain. Monsoon rain. Good hard rain that goes on non-stop for days. Rain that gets into your soul and fires up your adrenal glands—that’s rain. Rain like we get in India. I remember a time we took a boat out to see the backwaters in Kerala Nowadays you can take an “adventure cruise” but this was back when…. My dad hired a boat and some men to navigate and out we went. The rain came when we were in the middle of the waterway. Cats and dogs! We all got soaked through and through. We stopped at a smallish village and got shelter from an old woman who had a hut. The women (us) went inside to dry our clothes by her small fire. She made us chai. It was another time, another place, another adventure.
They have almost real rain in Brisbane which is just south of the Tropic of Capricorn. The Tropics, as you may know, is the area of the world that lies between the Tropic of Cancer and the Tropic of Capricorn. It runs through Queensland.
India, you guessed, is almost completely below the Tropic of Cancer. The Equator runs through the middle of The Tropics. None of the United States is in The Tropics although sometimes we experience tropical storms. I LOVE tropical rain. That’s what I call REAL rain.
These two pictures were taken in my mother’s backyard in Queensland of almost tropical rain.
Somerset Maugham said in Rain that “Pago Pago is about the rainiest place in the Pacific…It swept in from the opening of the harbour in sheets and the opposite shore was all blurred.” Last night, Bill and I went to hear the crystal bowls played by Maxi Harper. She played five bowls and a Tibetan Gong. Very much like rain but even more soulful.
Till the next time…I hope you get a chance to experience some real rain…Jasmine in Malaysia and Jessica in Singapore. Enjoy the feel of that warm rain!
Rain. Monsoon rain. Good hard rain that goes on non-stop for days. Rain that gets into your soul and fires up your adrenal glands—that’s rain. Rain like we get in India. I remember a time we took a boat out to see the backwaters in Kerala Nowadays you can take an “adventure cruise” but this was back when…. My dad hired a boat and some men to navigate and out we went. The rain came when we were in the middle of the waterway. Cats and dogs! We all got soaked through and through. We stopped at a smallish village and got shelter from an old woman who had a hut. The women (us) went inside to dry our clothes by her small fire. She made us chai. It was another time, another place, another adventure.
They have almost real rain in Brisbane which is just south of the Tropic of Capricorn. The Tropics, as you may know, is the area of the world that lies between the Tropic of Cancer and the Tropic of Capricorn. It runs through Queensland.
India, you guessed, is almost completely below the Tropic of Cancer. The Equator runs through the middle of The Tropics. None of the United States is in The Tropics although sometimes we experience tropical storms. I LOVE tropical rain. That’s what I call REAL rain.
These two pictures were taken in my mother’s backyard in Queensland of almost tropical rain.
Somerset Maugham said in Rain that “Pago Pago is about the rainiest place in the Pacific…It swept in from the opening of the harbour in sheets and the opposite shore was all blurred.” Last night, Bill and I went to hear the crystal bowls played by Maxi Harper. She played five bowls and a Tibetan Gong. Very much like rain but even more soulful.
Till the next time…I hope you get a chance to experience some real rain…Jasmine in Malaysia and Jessica in Singapore. Enjoy the feel of that warm rain!
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