What is one of your best rainy day memories?

My Cousin Sarah and I got to stay at our Great Grandma's house together, and it was raining, and she told us we didn't have to be cooped up, we could go play in the rain. This was very exciting, because it's not something our parents would have gone for. So we twirled around and leapt in puddles and licked raindrops off rose petals. When we were done our Gran put us in a hot bath, and made us hot tea and treats. She brought out a big bag of costume jewelry and let us go through it, we tried everything on, and thought we were very fancy, and she let us keep our favorite ones.

@RickiTarr I was camping out in the desert at a place called Owl Canyon in the Mojave. It had started raining early in the day and us Scouts played in the rain and the badlands unconcerned until we heard a rumbling and down the nearby dry river bed a flash flood rolled by. Slow, brown, filled with brush and large stones, bank to bank and about 3 feet deep. We watched it move through for a while, kids jumping and clapping, adults serious and packing things up.
@Entropyhed I would love to see a recording of that!
@RickiTarr Man me, too. This was 40 plus years ago. I think my adult eyes would see it very differently. :)
@Entropyhed My husband has a picture from when they went camping as a kid, and the kids are all jumping around Joyously, big smiles, while his Mom is standing by a pile of camping equipment looking exhausted
@RickiTarr My family has those too. My mom never went on the weekend ones, but the 2 weeks every summer in the sierras she lifted all the things. Didn't realize how much until I was older. 😐

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Adults are seriously Just No Fun.

@RickiTarr It looked a lot like this but about 3 times as wide https://youtu.be/wLEw5UUxyZU?si=RQJYi1nMXfRy9ggf
RAW video of the most insane flash flood down Whitewater Canyon, California - Tropical Storm Hilary

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And this, kids, is why you want wolves in your watershed:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ysa5OBhXz-Q

How Wolves Change Rivers

Watch the newly released remastered version (in HD) ⟹ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W88Sact1kwsWhen wolves were reintroduced to Yellowstone National Park ...

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Okay wait—3x *wider*?? 😳

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More literally a rainy *night* memory but in college I went to this giant all-weekend party that one of the dorms held every year and it was kind of a drug-addled mess, I must admit, and I remember a point where it was raining in the middle of the night and the courtyard had completely cleared out and Sinéad O'Connor's "I Am Stretched on Your Grave" was blasting over the sound system and I danced to it alone in the rain on MDMA.
@stevegis_ssg That sounds 🔥
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Sometime around that time I distinctly remember thinking, "These might be the best times of my life and that's okay. If the rest of it is almost this good, I'm fine with that."
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I'm gonna guess it's sitting under an awning in my uncle's back yard watching lightning strikes as the monsoon rolled in just after sunset. He lived beyond the city's edge at that time (which is not true for the same place now.) They had a dozen dogs, a hundred birds, and a couple of horses - but they were all quiet.
@RnDanger I still love watching a storm roll in, the way you can feel the air change
@RickiTarr back in the mid 90s when my family had outside garbage without wheels, there was a very memorable rainy day. Now, it is important to note while it snows a ton, it doesn't rain much. So no one realized that when empty, those garbage cans float. So, when it started raining enough to overflow the curb water drainage, all the garbage cans left out for garbage day started floating away. As we lived at the bottom of several hills, there were a lot of wandering cans that day
@jared LOL THAT'S CRAZY

@RickiTarr I need to ask my dad for more details as he was likely one of the few able bodied adults that didn't have to work that day. While he would laugh about it now, i remember him scrabbling to rescue them.

Weather is fun in my home town. There is a canyon wind in the fall some years. Wind was as strong as a hurricane. Destructive, but not as much. Always knocked out power. Being wandering children with access to an open playground and small enough to struggle waking in it

@RickiTarr from my Dad - “I sure do. They were floating down a place the gutter turned into a little cement trough between 45th and Madison. We all thought it was funny. They looked like they were marching down single file.”

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Twenty five years ago or so, We'd gone to visit my folks. They lived on a river at the time. The weather was nice, so we took Dad's canoe down stream and up a side-branch of the river.

Clouds were coming in, but with the tree canopy, we didn't really see the storm coming in.

The rain started, so we turned around. Once we got to the main river, it was all in whitecaps and the rain was hammering. With the current and wind, it was hard to make headway. We went near the shore, I hopped out into waist deep water and pushed the canoe upriver to Dad's place.

He was waiting for us and laughing his ass off: "Good day for a boat ride!". The rain and river were warm, so it wasn't a big deal. Was pretty funny though.

@Sir_Osis_of_Liver That sounds like the best kind of memory, just a tiny bit of danger to make it extra memorable

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We were both laughing at the situation the whole time.

It was a good day. A lot more memorable than if everything had gone to plan.

@Sir_Osis_of_Liver @RickiTarr I don't like getting wet. I don't swim. I avoid rain at all costs.
@RickiTarr The time Bull's Run flooded and a significant culvert blocked up with tree debris and flooded the streets. Every kid for blocks around flocked to the flooded street (less than two blocks from the largest public pool in Ohio) and played in the muddy water.
@MonarchLady When you're a kid there's so much wonder in water

@RickiTarr I sat in the rushing stream on the street right next to the curb and played with my toys. (Small town, secluded neighborhood, so zero traffic on our street except for people who lived on that block and knew me by name.) It was so cool, the way the water would rush over them, making a bump on the surface and an air pocket downstream. It felt cool, too, soothing even, doing the same thing to my tiny legs. The water was the perfect temperature, cool but not cold, rushing over warm pavement.

I miss the innocence of youth, and not knowing all the horrible things that awaited me later in life. I could just enjoy the beauty of the moment.

@hosford42 I still love that, how dare It make it spooky LOL

@RickiTarr our last day in Puerto Rico, we decided to spend a last hour or so on the beach by our BNB. Beautiful, sunny day. I was totally absorbed in looking for shells. Suddenly, J hollered at me to get under the palm trees. I looked up, straight into a single-cloud downpour. I got drenched. J couldn't decide whether to stay dry or go get me or laugh.

He ended up laughing.

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I'm British but one comes to mind

2012, the weekend of the Queen's Diamond Jubilee, there was a flotilla of boats parading down the Thames river in London, including the Queen, on a gold boat waving to the plebs and bootlickers waving little plastic flags. It fucking pissed down all weekend, torrential rain. Literally pissed on the parade. Magic

We went camping in the woods with kids (7 and 5). As miserable as it was we had fun. Rain on a tent is a wonderful sound. Plus, wet plebs

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Just in case anyone was thinking of calling me unpatriotic, for the avoidance of doubt, I love my country and our (for now) union nations

Unfortunately the UK is a shit hole full of (mostly English) seemingly stupid, bigoted cunts, with a monarchy who are parasitic vermin (with racist and padeo accusations hanging) propped up by a corrupt, venal class and political system

I do like beans on toast though, so swings and roundabouts

#VisitBritain

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Not sure "swings and roundabouts" translates outside the UK

It means comparing two things, cancelling each other out. What goes around comes around etc.

In my use it was obviously meant ironically (though I do love beans on toast)

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It's not all bad. If you visit for a week or two you might not even notice

Beautiful, historic, unusually wet. Eye opening exposure to swear/curse words. You can leave unscathed with some lovely photos and funny stories

Again

#VisitBritain 😂

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Jumping in puddles ... Still do it ... Blush

Hugz & xXx

@melissabeartrix Awww wonderful, I love getting a visual!
@RickiTarr My favorite rainy memory is from 17 years ago. I lived in the top floor of a 4 storey building less than 100m from the coast. That summer night we got a huge thunderstorm right above the building. It was like someone was hosing the windows with water, it rained that hard. And the thunder was clapping so loudly you couldn’t sleep. So I just sat there in my living room watching and listening to nature’s sounds for maybe an hour, from start to finish. I love thunderstorms!
@RickiTarr a powerful and beautiful thunderstorm swept through our town years ago. My s/o and I decided to go watch it and he brought me to a sports complex that was mostly field. From under their central building's awning, we had a wonderful view of the almost constant lightning.
@iamaugustreign Aww I love watching the lightning

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Spending time in Fjordland in New Zealand. On that west coast of the south Island they have about 7 metres of rain a year!

My wife and I hiked the Milford Track back in 2008 and the third and last day it poured down most of the day. But it made the forest wonderful, beautiful, otherworldly. At the end of the hike you get to Milford Sound, one of the most beautiful places in the world. That was a pretty special and very wet day

@RickiTarr As a middle/high school kid, I would spend my summers hanging out around the neighborhood pool with friends. My favorite days were those warm summer rains: I'd walk down there barefoot in my swim shorts with a vanilla coke, singing American Pie to myself the whole way.
@potpie That is such a beautiful moment in time
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Today I was reminded of the Great Storm
of 1987 by a work colleague. We were talking about the concept of mounting solar panels against a timber fence. We both were not convinced. I remember that wet stormy day clearly. Not because of what Michael Fish the BBC weatherman had said, because that day our windows were our TV. I along with my dad and brother were off sick. We huddled together + watched the sheer force of nature blow down fences, aerials and scatter debris.
@JugglingWithEggs @RickiTarr I also remember my mum hugging us all and saying how relieved she was that we were not at school or work. I don’t remember another day like it in my childhood where everyone was off sick in my family at the exact same time…but it saved us from being out in a killer hurricane. 22 people in the south of England lost their lives that day.
@RickiTarr I was… seven? And up until then, I was raised in The Great Drought of the late 80s and early 90s in Los Angeles, so my first memory of rain is when it suddenly poured for like a week, and I watched out the dinning-room floor-to-ceiling windows as the rainwater sluiced off the concave angle where two parts of the roof met, down into the camellias and the ornamental banana plant growing by our house. It was magical.
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My friends and I were 20-somes at Summerfest in Milwaukee, back in the day. We had driven from Madison and, despite the ever-darkening sky, we were going to hold out. We were watching the Greg Kihn Band, under the then-incomplete highway (the one the Blues Bros drove off). The sky turned black, the band was getting nervous, then crack, thunder, and within 10 mins there was a foot of water in the fairgrounds. We laughed so hard we cried. It was a cold ride home.