I like the rain. I like the sound it makes. I love the smell. I love that it makes the world green. Most of all I love the fact that rain is not snow.
photo shamelessly stolen from here
It means summer is coming. Which means reading books outside, and picnics. It means swimming and sunburns. Hopefully it means moving out. Away. Or both.
Probably not. Maybe it's just a tease and it is going to snow tomorrow. Rude. Maybe it's just raining because it knew I wanted to go to the park today. And now I can't. Maybe I should be mad at the weather maker.
Nah, I still like the rain.