Rain in the desert Is like an eclipse, a road accident, a confession of love.
The melody of “Singing in the Rain” drifted off of the fantail of the Wilderness Discoverer early Tuesday morning. Soon it was swallowed up by the steady pitter-patter of precipitation while we were at anchor in Scenery Cove in Thomas Bay. In Alaska, we embrace liquid sunshine.
The rain makes the world flow and turn green. The northern people may have innumerable words for snow, but on the same thread, southeasters have countless terms for wetness falling from the sky.