I love the days of rain, the gentle pitter patter of raindrops against window, the general deluge of moisture that is taking over our city.
It seems like the perfect excuse to sit at home with a cup of tea and a good book. Or better yet to brave the outdoors and stand huddled under a black and white polka dot umbrella with friends.
The stream in the park near my house is swelling it’s banks (this happens every year). It’s higher than usual after several days of heavy rainfall.
You’d think I would get over it, get bored with it, but I haven’t. Some of my friends balk on plans saying it’s too gray but I disagree. It’s too nice out not to feel at peace. This is the quiet contentment of the arrival of spring. For a month it seems that this dry prairie town is full of life.