We are seldom satisfied.  The things we love are the things we love to hate.  Family that we love the most are the ones we love to complain about, unhealthy foods that we love to consume become hated once swallowed at which point they may turn to fat,  plaque or cancer inducers.And then there's weather. We just can't figure out how we feel about the weather. 

Thank goodness there is changing weather. Otherwise what would we talk about to strangers and coworkers. We just can't make up our minds whether we like it or whether we don't. 
Water weather invokes the entire range of reactions.  From anticipation, "I hope it rains or the grass won't grow." to "There is so much rain, I can't mow the grass." The farmer goes from wanting the rain to stop so that he can get his corn into the ground to praying for rain so that the corn will grow.  I want rain to fill up the pond, but you want sunshine so that your family picnic won't be ruined.

This past summer, during a long dry spell, most talk was about the drought. Once it finally did rain, many people forgot all about those dry days.  Then, after only one day of rain, a woman in the post office said, "Do you think this rain will ever stop? I'm so tired of it." It is hard ot keep up the banal conversation with out interjecting, "Are you an idiot? Do you even hear yourself?"  No, that would be just rude.

Late summer and fall of 2010 found our water table low (again) requiring us to cut back how much laundry we did each day.  While I don't mind not doing laundry, I do like to wear clean clothes and use clean towels so I rejoiced when it rained.

Today it is hard to rejoice.  With less than two days of solid rain, the Ohio Valley has turned to mud.  The ground is frozen and saturated, so the rain doesn't soak in very far.

Plants aren't as thirsty as in the heat of summer, so they don't drink as much.  The creeks are starting to overflow and we know the river will rise. 

Winter has left us for a short while to make room for the mud season.  Lawns that became sparse during last summer's drought are now sources of mud. Mud to be tracked into the house or car. I hate all this water and I'm ready to start a second load of wash.

In Haiti, people are sleeping outside because their homes have become concrete rubble. Many have no shelter, not even a tarp.  People fear the rain as their bodies dehydrate and their wounds remain unwashed.

Back here in West Virginia, the local news lady tells me to "enjoy your day. There is no rain in sight."

That's all I have to say.  I need a drink.