The Deep Underside of Rain

Sticking with my theme, I thought I would share the not-so-bright side of rain events.

Allow me to introduce you to my situation: I love the rain. It's what brings me work. It's what fuels the oceans, and it usually washes all the crud that has been accumalating on my car since the last rain event.

However, whenever it rains, I lose my husband. He's also an engineer, but because he's male or big and burly or whatever, he is choosen to go out to the side of the interstate and monitor BMPs (Best Management Practices - I'm sure I'll blog on this later, but if you're really curious, just look it up.) It drives me nuts! I know we need to sample for data purposes, and while most places do have automated monitoring stations, there's no replacement for human judgement. Ah, let me type that again: THERE IS NO REPLACEMENT FOR HUMAN JUDGEMENT. So, he is out there, usually 10 hours at a time, calling the shots, seeing whether or not the water on the side of the road is filthy or realitively clean.

It just amazes me that in just a few hours, I'll be sitting here in my dry house looking out the window, grateful for the water that is falling; yet, at the same time, I'll be worrying about my poor husband who will be drenched somewhere on the side of the road, picking up what comes down.