As far as weather goes, there’s nothing I love more than a rainy day. I suppose this has something to do with the fact that I grew up in sunny California, where rainy days are few and far between. But for me, it’s more than that. It’s a childhood memory that is still so vivid.
I remember walking home from school in the rain, splashing in puddles, tasting rain drops on my tongue. Opening the front door, I was always greeted with a festival of sights, sounds and smells.
There was a fire to warm me up, a plate of hot cookies, and a cup of hot chocolate, cartoons on the television and a box of Lincoln Logs ready to be constructed into some architectural wonder.
Rain reminds me of my childhood, being home, being loved, being warm, and cozy, and safe. It reminds me of those days when I didn’t have a care in the world.
Let it rain. Let it rain. Let it rain.