No Rain, No Rainbows

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The Gypsy Mama is hosting Five Minute Friday.

Here are the rules:
We just write. For five minutes flat.

Today’s topic is “A Few of my Favorite Things”



GO.
A few of my favorite things are Diet Coke over large ice cubes, warm triple chocolate brownies, and living within minutes of the ocean. I don't anymore, but I have for 29 years of my life.

I also love words that tingle my senses.

I have vivid childhood memories of staring curiously at the little girl on the Morton's salt can. I read the slogan over and over, "When it rans, it pours." I loved reading the rounded cursive letters long before I ever learned to write my own loopy letters.

I marveled at those overlong raindrops. I believed that somewhere rain like that existed. Of course, rain like that existed somewhere other than my hometown of San Diego. I dreamt of living someplace where it poured. When it rains in San Diego, it does nor pour. And if it does rain a bit, the raindrops never look like those. But I itched to have a great big umbrella like hers and skip through puddles in galoshes.

What a joke. I am the girl on the Morton's can. I only carry a king sized umbrella when it rains. I don't like to be wet and feel my clothes stick to my skin.

I do not like rain. When we lived in Hawaii I found a new slogan I loved.

"No rain, no rainbows."

It is so much more beautiful a saying than anything about pouring rain.

For St. Patrick's Day I made these muffins. They did not turn out like the ones on the recipe. They were not supposed to look like tie dyed muffins.

But then I topped them off with vanilla icing for "fluffy clouds" and split them down the middle.

I remembered, "No rain, no rainbows."

STOP

Other than the time it took me to upload pictures and format, the writing was five minutes flat!