Today I'm thankful for the rain.
I love when it rains in Reno.
Family "legend" has it that when I was about four I told my Grandma Pearl,
"It rarely rains in Reno."
(imagine me saying that in a cute child's voice were the r's sound more like w's)
The rain hitting the sagebrush is one of my favorite smells.
I love how the sound of the rain and the smell of the sagebrush seems to cleanse and refresh the air in the Truckee Meadows.
Hearing the pitter-pat of the rain hitting the roof of my house makes me smile and long for my youth where I used to jump into puddles
and watch the water splash around me.
I love when it rains in Reno.
Family "legend" has it that when I was about four I told my Grandma Pearl,
"It rarely rains in Reno."
(imagine me saying that in a cute child's voice were the r's sound more like w's)
The rain hitting the sagebrush is one of my favorite smells.
I love how the sound of the rain and the smell of the sagebrush seems to cleanse and refresh the air in the Truckee Meadows.
Hearing the pitter-pat of the rain hitting the roof of my house makes me smile and long for my youth where I used to jump into puddles
and watch the water splash around me.
I AM TRULY BLESSED!

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