Speaking of which...

There’s rain forecast this weekend. Rain is water. I like water. I have a kayak event scheduled for this morning and a getaway weekend after that. Fine with me.

Last year, we had an expedition scheduled off the coast of Georgia. We drove south for hours, listening to forecasts of monsoon-like storms and possible tornados. I knew it would be a good time and it exceeded expectations. A group like that embraces the variations and copes with adversity. You know it’s going to be fun with them.

Last week, we had an overnighter planned for the Hocking River. Severe thunderstorms crept into the forecast. Many people canceled out. I don’t know many of them well, but it did tell me something about what I could expect from the remainder.

I guessed they would all be people who made the most of any situation and would include some fellow water worshipers. It would be a good time with them, which it was. That’s not to say that there weren’t any among the dropouts, but we were down to a pure mix. The predicted storms failed to materialize in any significant amount. And when they did, we enjoyed it. It’s a life-giving part of nature.

This morning, it’s already raining and undoubtedly some won’t show up. I’m looking forward to seeing those who do.

As for the getaway part of the weekend, what could be better than listening to the rain patter on the roof of a cabin in the woods? It’s water, it’s nature and it’ll be great. Especially if the electricity for the hot tub doesn’t go out.