This morning it is raining.
Not the usual Yakima rain where you go outside and realize everything is wet- a loud, windy, hard rain that beats on your roof and lashes against your windows.
The type of rain that drives you to sit and listen and wish there weren’t any other sounds to distract you from the beautiful sound of the rain.
The type of rain that calls you to come outside and jump in puddles.
The type of rain that invites you to curl up (in your comfy red robe) in the coziest chair you have, and read a book while listening to the rain- instead of getting ready for the day.
The type of rain that seems like it will never end- as if the sky has torn itself open, never to be repaired. Then suddenly, it does.
I love the rain.