“You pray for rain, you got to deal with the mud too. That’s a part of it,” Denzel Washington
It has been raining for days here in Northern California. As a writer, this is welcoming. I am not
even motivated to go the grocery store. I sit at home and write.
We have been in a drought in the west for years. Wildfires have devastated our area more times recently than I can recall. Like hurricanes, they all are named: Carr, Paradise, Zott…
I feel like I live in my dream home with green grass. There is even a stream running down my backyard, only present when it rains. Years ago, when rains came like this, my kids and I played in the stream. They tell me they are too old now, my daughter 13 and my son 16. I am not too old.
Then I heard that in Central California, towns were being evacuated, flash floods, mud slides.
Ugh. Is everything a dichotomy?