I love rainstorms. Can’t say I like the wind, but I don’t mind the lightening.  As a kid, I enjoyed watching the lightening from the safety of the garage.  Now, I enjoy watching the lightening from my bedroom window.  I listen to the rain splattering against the roof.  Hard rain or soft, it comforts me.

When in college, I enjoyed running in the rain. Only the presence of a hurricane seemed to bring the turbulent, lightening filled rainstorm of my youth.  Often the rain was warm rather than cold and biting.  Running in the rain was reminiscent of childhood post-storm puddle-jumping, it would always make me smile.

Last night’s rain was hard and heavy. We needed the rain; a lack of winter storms has left the ground too dry.  Sprinklers and drip system cannot replace Mother Nature.  Good heavy rain now will go a long way in helping our plants grow and survive the summer.

Rain unaccompanied by strong winds is a rare thing on the Eastern Plains of Colorado.  Sadly, last night’s rain was accompanied by a couple twisters.  Luckily for us, we are well north of where the tornadoes touched down, and our rain, while heavy at times, was pleasant.  It was hard to wake up and learn that the comforting storm which brought life sustaining rain to our land, left a path of destruction on land to the south. It was a reminder that the good and the bad go hand in hand.  Joy and sorrow, the time eternal contrast which gives life its meaning are often the companions of the Colorado rainstorm.