I am a hypocrite. I am a known rain hater and yet today when I stepped onto my front porch and I smelled the coming rain I was filled with glee.
We visit the Pacific Northwest almost yearly and it is an amazing place to be . . . but the 9 months of rain gets old fast. (Now, a good monsoon cloud buster is another matter—the rain is warm and you can dance in the puddles. Plus lots of thunder—I love thunder. Seattle doesn’t see much thunder.)
But secretly, I love a little bit of rain. I love to be in the NW sometimes and put up with frizzy hair and cold toes. Just a little.