It rained every afternoon we were up at the cabin in the eastern Sierra Nevada. EVERY afternoon! But, you know, it was enjoyable! We would open the door, listen to the rain and thunder, and just soak it all in. It was monsoon season up there (in the desert, too). There were floods in the high desert, up by Victorville and we saw lots of mud on our drive home. In the Sierra Nevada, however, the ground just absorbs the water. I remember walking down to the end of the corner and my feet went "Squish, squish, squish" on the ground. Everything sparkled and the sage smelled so sweet after the rain!