Leaping Between the Raindrops

"Valentine, oh Valentine... won't you be my Valentine?"

Today it rained and rained. It's still raining, actually... Love it. The rain makes me happy the same way the sun makes others happy. I enjoy a sunny day, and here in the southern part of California where I live, I get plenty of sunny days to enjoy. However, the rain is truly my sun. I love the rain. I'm happiest when the sky is heavy and gray, the clouds fat with water. I feel at peace with the drops drumming down, down, down.

And today, the weather did not disappoint. It was slightly sprinkly this morning, a tease. I wasn't expecting much of a downpour, since Jimmy Q the Weather Man Extraodinarre did not include a storm in his forecast. But as the day wore on, the clouds grew thicker and heavier and fatter, scudding across the sky, and I could smell the wet on the wind. I knew it was coming.

Then the skies did what they promised, and opened up. A downpour. A deluge. Thunder, even, a rarity in these parts. Gray upon gray, the clouds let loose their hoard of water and down came the rain. That song, "It's raining, it's pouring..." whispered somewhere in the back of my mind as I watched the rain with something like childlike fascination.

Could there be anything better?

It makes me happy.