What is that clatter?

Could it be Santa?

This morning when I woke, I could hear clicking sounds, something I would call a quiet clatter. Since this is Christmas eve, I immediately thought of Santa. Could it be him on our roof? This is the first year we’ve lived in a house with a tile roof. Perhaps the sound is a bit different when Santa’s sleigh lands.

Not wanting to disturb Rhonda or Pearl, the corgi, I crept quietly to the living room where I could look out the blinds and what did I see? Yes, the cause of the clattering sound: rain. It is raining. Now, several hours later, it is still raining. My weather bug predicts a quarter inch before this event ends.

We’ve lived here in Phoenix since October 4th and this is only the second rain we’ve seen. Rhonda is up now and has her face pressed against the window saying things such as, “This is awesome,” “We have a little creek in the gully in front of our house,” “It’s blustery and I love it.”

And this, my friends, is what happens when people who’ve lived in the Pacific Northwest for the last 40 years, return to the Southwest where rain is, once again, an event.

Merry Christmas Eve,

Krysta