I Don't Like Rain?

I hadn't gotten the mail, and I knew a Netflix was in the box waiting for me. I'd been running around in jeans and a sport bra, cleaning, and I didn't feel like putting my shirt back on. It was midnight after all. Who was going to see my pudge wobbling in the moonlight? But the thought of mosquitoes feasting on my more than ample midsection did not thrill me. But then I decided what the heck?

I stepped out into dry, relatively cool air. No mosquitoes. No feel of air wrapping you like a wet towel. A cool dry wind rustled through the short grass. No insects swarmed up in clouds as I walked through it. And I thought, this is what it was like in the desert. I remember this. I liked it then. And I like this now.

I know we are in a drought. I know the lake levels are dropping and things are burning and dying and nature is so out-of-balance...but I can't help it. I like this insect-free existence.