I've missed the rain. I'm glad it is raining. I missed the puddles. I like walking through them.
How could anything so pretty make a person anything but happy? (Okay, floods are bad. But a little rain is wonderful.)
Rain makes me forget the hard things in my life. And that makes it easier to remember the good things. It just seems so harmless. It's like some big wet blanket that clouds out everything that I don't want to think about. It's pretty great. And so, I'm going to enjoy it.
