Rain...

I want it to be a rainy day. I was genuinely excited when I saw clouds outside my window at the very late hour of 7:00am. I thought, ah, a cool, wet day sounds just right. The idea of rain was somehow relaxing to my high-strung nerves, my overwhelmed brain. We (I) have so much going on, so much to do, so many calls to make, so many people to convince we should move into a nicer house...et cetera...that the thought of soft raindrops clinking against the windowpanes, pattering against the side of the house provided a bit of relief. Nothing would really be different about how I conduct our day. If we had errands, we would do them in the rain. Aurelia would be her 'normal', too-cute-for-words (and somehow still a bucket of fuss) self. And I don't want it to rain this weekend--the fair is this weekend; we have Matt for the whole weekend. I want it to be rainy today. Turns out, Idaho is not a place for weather-related variety. When it rains, it rains for months. When it snows, in the north, at least, it blocks your front door. When it is sunny, it can get so hot that just thinking of going outside brings a drop of sweat to your brow.

I could use a little bit of peace. I could use a dose of calm and quiet. The hope of rain, somehow, provided me with a glimpse of serenity. I just feel so chaotic...