Growing up in Idaho, every year we would watch the snowfall and hope for a big snow pack so we would have enough water through the summer. This was my reality growing up. It was such a shock for me to move out east where the rain pours and pours. Even after nine years I am still fascinated by all the rain. Below is a picture of the "river" that sprung up in our backyard. Thank goodness for this, otherwise it would be headed to my basement.
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