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Rain Rain Go Away

All I've heard from people on the radio, on TV, on Facebook, in person is "when will this rain stop?" People, shut the hell up. Rain is a beautiful thing. It makes things grow, it brings us rainbows, and on those special occasions it dampens the spirits of people who are perpetually happy. I hate those people anyway.

Rain gives us opportunities we don't normally have. Just the other day I caught my neighbor attempting to run between the drops, her white button down shirt moistened by the spray from the heavens. As I sat in my car with a Ted Bundy grin, she got closer. I had moments ago cursed the droplets as they pelted me, but they had now transformed this completely average 9 to 5 businesswoman into a dreamlike girls gone wild pixie. She disappeared as quickly as my libido had risen and I drove off thinking about how much I loved this shower of H2O.

Rain also gives us more common pleasures. Is there anything better than curling up on a rainy day with a book or a good movie. Sharing a blanket with a loved one or even a friend with potential benefits. Enjoying the sounds from outside while safe from the elements. Is there anything more romantic than kissing in the rain? Doesn't the sound of drops on the roof seem to be some type of aphrodisiac? I know rainy days and Monday are supposed to get you down, but there always seems to be a lot more going down on rainy days than on the hot sticky days.

I also think back to days where friends would gather on a porch and the incessant chatter flowed as if to remind us we were alive. Suddenly, a clap of thunder, a torrent of rain. Our silence paired with natures fury gave us a moment shared. As the power of the rain slowed and the drops fell from gutters into puddles below, a slight grin, a wink, a sip of a jack and coke and the knowledge that this had just become one of those special days.

Rain gives us the excuse to nap when chores are waiting. Rain gives us the excuse to stay inside and reflect. Rain gives us those extra five minutes before she leaves that matter most. Rain gives us that feel on a summer morning that something new awaits us all.

So why all the complaints? Why the negativity? Why not embrace the rain? Go out and get your hair wet. Hold the hand of a loved one and share an embrace. Lay down and soak it in as you would the sun. Rain won't give you a melanoma. You're not a turkey so close your mouth. Actually, if you complain about the rain, you are a turkey, so shut your mouth! I'm gonna do something fun and blame it on the rain.

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