Not unlike Ian Astbury, Norah loves the rain¹
Norah was fascinated as well. She hardly ever sees it rain, obviously, and I'm not sure if she remembers the last time it actually came down while she was awake and could see it. I can't remember the last time it came down while she was awake - we've gotten some rain at night recently, but not much during the day. So she stared out the front door until I said, "Let's check it out." We went out in the front of the house and I stood in the driveway for a minute telling her to come check it out. After deciding it wasn't going to kill her (she always must decide that about everything), she walked out and stood in the open. She was mesmerized! She kept saying "water," and I kept telling her the water was coming from the sky. She held her hand under the constant stream falling off the roof, then walked around a little bit, getting her hair all wet. Finally I told her to come inside because she was getting too wet and it was a little bit chilly. Of course, that was a mistake, as she now thought rain was the coolest thing EVER! I had to pick her up and take her back into the house, which pissed her off. How dare I introduce her to this wonderful sensation and then cruelly rip it away from her! Don't I know who she is?????
She recovered quickly once we got inside - bless that two-year-old attention span! - and we ate lunch before she went down for a nap. When she woke up, she was still somewhat fascinated by it, but it appears she's moved on. It will be interesting to see if she's as jazzed by rain the next time it comes down. As it's Arizona, that could be four or five months. A couple of years ago we went four months with absolutely no rain, so it's possible.
Of course, I took pictures of her enjoying the rain:
The world is a strange place for a two-year-old!
¹ The title of the post is a reference to a song by The Cult, "Rain," from their 1985 album Love. It's true - here are the lyrics!