It’s raining in the Boston area, for the first time in a while. Raindrops are hitting the stiff brown grass in the yard, the cracked pavement on the street, and our Subaru in the driveway.
Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz pops into my mind. In a scene at the end of the movie, she says to the Scarecrow, “I think I’m going to miss you most of all.”
I lived in Boulder, Colorado for about four years, and spent a good amount of time in the mountains. When I think about rain in the wilderness, the sound of raindrops meeting pine trees and aspen and maybe the outside of my tent, I have a similar thought.
I think I miss you most of all.