I love the rain, always have. Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain! I wish I had a tin roof over my head so I could by lulled to sleep at night by the tap, tap, tap of the drops from heaven above. Is there nothing better than a good rain shower on a crisp fall morning? Even a drizzle or a simple mist is enough to get one's heart racing. I love it when the rain falls at that sort of in-between stage. You know, just hard enough so when you are driving you are stuck between using your intermittent wipers and going full-bore with the blades. Oh, and I also like when the ground is saturated just enough from days of continuous rain, and the walls of the house yield just a trickle of a stream through the rear of one's garage wall straight through and snaking out under the cracked weatherstripping of the garage door on the otehr side. If only I could live in a city as alive (dare I say vibrant) and wet as Seattle or Portland. Or maybe S. Florida where it storms, albeit briefly, nearly every afternoon. Rain is the essence of life and should be embraced for its remarkable qualities. Where would we be without rain? What I wouldn't do for several more days of rain in a row...
(Shhh. I firmly believe reverse psychology is the only viable alternative at this point...certainly can't hurt, right?)
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