It rained a lot this afternoon and tonight—and I mean rained. It hasn’t really rained in weeks, but today it poured, to the soaking point where an umbrella doesn’t really help too much. I really dig that kind of rain—the morning after one of those really feels like a rebirth, like a communal baptism. All the different smells of rain remind you of all the pieces of the earth you’d forgotten or taken for granted. I love rain.
Friday, June 1, 2007
Rain, rain, stick around
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Rolf, I've told you how much I love rain, haven't I? Well, if I haven't let me expound...I LOOVVEEE RAAIINN! I was always one of the weird kids at recess who, when it started raining, jumped up and down. And now, when I wake up in the mornings, and it's either raining or looks like it's about to, I think, "This is going to be a good day, yessirree." Yes, I can't begin to tell you how much I love rain, and lots of it.
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