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Dublin the Dog and I braved the beach while others remained hidden away in upper level apartments or at higher elevations throughout Ventura, after heeding weather warnings of a potential tsunami slamming the Pacific coast. After all, a little tsunami is no match for Hurricane Samara who has already left a trail of destruction wherever she’s been. So I figured, why not go face to face with the rain and wind and join the helicopters looming over the ocean waters of Ventura, in hopes of glimpsing one of Mother Nature’s most devastating forces. So here we were, woman with wildly wind-swept hair and canine with hilariously wind-swept ears, watching the tiniest of waves tumbling under a dark, stormy sky. Would a huge monster of a wave rise from the sediment-laden turbulence of the Pacific Ocean? Would we be suddenly thrust onto the ocean floor, as a whirl of buildings and cars floated above us? Would we see our house, steadily losing buoyancy, drop down beside us – as the contents of our simple lives spilled forth from the windows, doors, and chimney? Would the dozens upon dozens of heart-shaped rocks I’ve salvaged from the beach over the years also pour out from our once firmly-planted dwelling, to be rightly returned to the deep, blue waters from which they came? Caught up in the fascination of it all, I was jolted back into reality upon returning to my house and finding it upright and unchanged. Of course, this reality is a good thing, but I still can’t suppress the excitement I feel whenever Mother Nature takes control. I’ve always hoped that when I die it will be by some trick from her magically powerful hands. I’m just glad it didn’t happen today. 🙂

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Rainy days are never wasted on me. I have always had an affinity for rain, but since I have taken ill, rain is even more significant to me. While watching the heavy droplets pound my window during this latest California storm, I pondered as to why this could be. Many ideas crossed my mind. Could it be that I am hypnotized by the melodious pitter-patter on the roof while sipping a steaming hot cup of ginger tea? Is it that I am enchanted by the awakened scent of moist earth and honeysuckle? Or does it remind me of  my childhood spent in Florida, where a fresh rain never failed to drastically cool the hot, sticky, uncomfortable summer? I surmised that all of these are true, but that none of them have any specific tie to my recent illness. Then it suddenly occurred to me that on the recent days it has rained I felt like a normal person. Not an odd hermit living in self-imposed exile, but your everyday, healthy person enjoying the laziness of a rainy day. The rain gave me an excuse to fall off the face of the earth. The rain made me feel whole again…even if for just a fleeting moment.

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Samara Iodice is a writer, multimedia producer, and hobby musician living in Southern California. She has created marketing and training productions for such clients as London Business School, the U.S. Navy, Rice University, Southern California Edison, and WellPoint. She is currently employed as a Training Producer for lynda.com. In her spare time she is a self-confessed photography addict and loves walking for miles and miles with her very silly cattle dog, Dublin. She is also a dedicated environmentalist and animal welfare advocate. Find out more at www.samaraiodice.com.

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