Sometimes All You Have to Do is Pray

I've been insanely jealous of everyone back in America this past week. It was easy to be thankful I was here when all of the facebook status updates had to do with more and more snow that Michigan was getting. I forgot, however, that though I am missing the snow, I am missing the Spring as well.

Here, it does not rain. Every day is just as beautifully clear as the day before it. First rains do not come until late April or May. All of the facebook status updates the past few days have been rubbing in the fact that the snow is melting, and the rains are coming. It may be beautiful here, but I hate it.

I received a gift today, however. I am going to see a WAAPA performance tonight and I hardly slept last night (just ask my cousin Angie, or my dad, both of whom I talked to on the phone at 3 in the morning), so I decided to take a nap. I was awoken by someone banging on my window.

My good friend Tyler started yelling, "Kate! It's raining! It's raining!"

And so it was. In an almost unheard of event, for about twenty minutes, it poured rain in March. I went out and danced in it. The temperature has dropped to a much more bearable level, and things are looking up! According to the forecast we are going to go back to sunny days, but the temperature is going to go down to the eighties for quite some time before it will inevitably spike again.

On a completely unrelated note, two days ago was my cousin's daughter's (my pseudo niece) 4th birthday. I called to wish her a happy birthday, but unfortunately she had a fever and wasn't feeling well. So despite Angie telling her that "Aunt Kate is calling from really really far away, and you need to talk to her because she might not be able to call back," all I got were a few groans from a child who was obviously sick. I don't mind though. I'll call back another time and hope that I can catch her in a better mood.