for rain. Funny how certain events trigger memories. I was sound asleep this morning, when about 6am the wind woke my butt up (that’s what I get for leaving the bathroom vent open.) So after I get up and close the vent, I am sitting in bed thinking about what my mom would say. ‘You don’t want to be in a metal box in a rain storm.’ So where was I? Sitting in a metal box in a rain storm in Iowa.
After my first sky is falling moment. I realized we were ok because of being grounded by our tires. Then the wind really kicked up, so second sky is falling. I am thinking tornado, but this feeling went away too as I heard no siren. Point here is you can move my around the country, but I’m still a midwest girl at heart.
So now that I realized the sky is not falling I’ve been sitting here enjoying the rain, because this does NOT happen in California.