  The sky was magnificent yesterday. All dark clouds rolling in. I thought for sure it would rain. Unfortunately for me, it did not. I happen to love the rain. I always have. There's something about it that's just simply wonderful. It can evoke so many different emotions, that otherwise might be left untapped. When I was younger, whenever it rained, I would go out on our screened-in porch and just sit there and watch and listen.
I don't believe I could be happy living anywhere that it did not rain at least sporadically. In this, I take after my dad in his strange ways. He loves gray skies better than blue, and he likes clouds better than nothing. 
