I like rain. I think anyone can tell. I really do like rain. I like it when it drizzles, when it’s pouring, I love it when there’s lightning. No matter what time of the day, I try to go to sleep when it’s raining. One of my dogs is named Rain.
I love to press my face against the window and stare at the droplets colored red, yellow and green by the traffic lights. I love the breeze that speaks to me when it’s about to rain. I love the greying clouds that seem to say, ‘Hey, I’m getting older. I’m about to leave the sky and come down to you.’
