I always liked the rain. In elementary school I loved any opportunity to use my Scooby-Doo umbrella, pretending it was a force field protecting me from a caustic downpour. I liked staring out the window of the car, watching the droplets shimmy and coalesce. I liked the sound of cars driving on wet asphalt while I was waiting to get picked-up in the car line. I liked the sound of the rain hitting the roof, even if it was a little scary sometimes.
Rain’s a good reminder that the world goes on around us, without our permission. The rain doesn’t schedule itself around our plans, it just happens when its ready.
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