Come again another...uh, just GO AWAY!
In Anchorage it really knows how to rain! When it sets in it gets comfortable and just stays. There's nothing you can do about it and there is not much hope in avoiding it, so here we just get wet!
When I first arrived in Alaska, wow, it's been over two years now, I was unaccustomed to children playing in the rain. It was somewhat of a rainy summer and you know you just can't stay in the house all summer long! It was not unusual to see even very young children in their raincoats or not, riding their bikes, running in the yard, walking the dog and whatever in the middle of the rain.
I found myself telling my kids when they asked to go here or go do this, "no, it's raining". My long time Alaskan husband gently corrected me by letting me know that it was okay to have activities in the rain here. "Oh, really?" I had no idea!
In the south, rain usually means downpours, thunder and lightning, possibly flash flooding and drenched clothes and shoes and then of course walking into cold air conditioned houses. Not a good scenario on a regular basis. If you found you must go out while it is raining then you make it quick. Running from one door to the next, right?
In Alaska, thunder and lightning are very rare. You don't have the extreme heat with quick cooling due to the cold rain. No, mostly you just have cool rain. It doesn't rain heavy very often either, usually just a constant drizzle.
Recently, I had a mortgage inspection at work. They flew the agent up from the Indiana to spend a few days in Anchorage and go to all of their buildings and make her reports. We spent about 30 minutes in the office going over the paper work and another 15 answering all of her questions about Alaska! It was a new experience for her and she hoped to have some time to enjoy her visit as well. At this point we were ready to take a tour of several of the buildings. We walked around the first, the one where my office is located, but then had to go to the next block to tour the second. There was a light drizzle, but I suggested walking because that was what I usually did. The inspector looked at me as if I must be joking, "but it's started raining, don't you think we should drive?" I laughed a little, "well this is just all it's going to do, but we can drive if you'd like" She snapped her rain jacket and threw up the hood and followed me around back, after all, she was hoping for a little adventure.
I had not realized that I had become that much of an Alaskan until that moment! Yeah, we walk around in the drizzle here. Unlike southerners who are forced to take cover at the very moment those drops start falling. They may start off sparingly, but more often than not, the small wet drops will turn into a huge harsh, hair soaking full blown storm within minutes!
My last trip to Alabama was not long after all of those severe tornadoes that hit the southeast as well as my hometown of Birmingham. Still fresh in every one's mind the normal summer thunderstorm seemed to be a little more dramatic this year. I had been out shopping with my grandson and could see the sheets of rain in the distance. I had forgotten how much I liked to see the rain, or was it just something I was comfortable with? Sometimes it was heading your way, but not necessarily.
|Sheets of rain in the distance|
We were just leaving one store, but I wanted to run in one more before we headed home. If I'd only known that we would spend over an hour waiting for the storm to pass, I think I would have chosen to run home at that very moment. As we browsed the isles for a few toys for the grand kids, the store clerk mentioned the weather condition. I looked out the windows toward the front and saw the trees bending halfway over. Abandoning my buggy, we walked to the front just in time to see golf ball size hail hurling toward the large store windows. My grandson, still traumatized from the previous tornado activity, grabbed my hand and tried to pull me away from the front. "Noni, we need to take cover," he cried out in horror. Running through the store, I took him (or maybe he took me) safely into the bathroom by the back door. Unfortunately, the back of the store was a low flat roof and the sound of the hail was being echoed on the metal. We could hear the torrential rains through that big old door. I turned on the bathroom exhaust fan and it seemed to drown out all of the terrifying noises.
|Birmingham, Alabama June 2011|
The electricity was out in the store, but thank goodness for the back-up system that fueled that exhaust fan! We spent a lot of time in there, we would venture back to the front to check on the storm, as soon as the thunder boomed and the lightning flashed, I would chase my little one down the isle again.
It was quite an experience for me, I had almost forgotten how harsh a simple afternoon thunderstorm could be. As soon as the rain let up and the winds died down a little we jumped into the car and headed back home.
That is quite a foreign story for Alaskans. The only kind of storm that they are familiar with are snow storms. The thought of tornados, hurricanes, 100 degree days and hail are frightening to many. Oh, yeah, and I guess I could add snakes to that list! It's not unusual to hear comments of disbelief of why anyone would want to live with any of those circumstances. Ha! But they easily weather the 20 below temperatures? I guess it's all in what you are used to.
Here are a few pictures of some rainy days in Anchorage. The clouds just lower them selves upon us and leak their wet substance everywhere they go. (Even the gloomy, grey days have a significant beauty. I love the way the clouds hover over the mountains!)