I love the rain!

Have you ever woken up to a thunder storm and felt the amazing warmth of your bed and just lay there in the peacefulness of it? I love that feeling. I love to watch the rain beat against the windows in the darkness. I love to walk outside and get completely soaked so when I come back in, I can dry off and watch the sheets of water pour off of the slick glazed streets… So what is up with people who constantly complain about the weather or how they just wish the rain would go away? Depressed and miserable, I watch them slowly walk through their day. At first I want to cheer them up…then I sort of start to giggle. What do they need me to cheer them up for? They must like to feel that way. I mean…it’s the only reason to actually allow yourself to wallow in discontent right? I think to myself, “wow! I’m so happy for these people. I am very glad that they have been allowed this opportunity to have such misery so that when the rain stops, their sense of gratification and elated bliss is so extreme. Lucky them!”…but I guess the question is, do they hate the sun too?...oh boy…I hope not…