Baby, The Rain Must Fall

I am a true lover of the falling rain. The rain breathes life in all things. It breeds mosquitos that help make up the feel of summer (though I could do without), the rain speaks of loves lost and loves gained, it wreaks havoc on those who forget how to drive when the roads are slick, it drowns out the sound of the frogs who are enthralled with the downpour of a winters rain, the rain delays tennis matches, delays baseball games, makes parents think their children will catch a cold by playing in the rain or jumping in the puddles, the falling of the rain creates a an orchestra of beautiful music whether it hits the siding of your house, the speeding of the windshield, the tin siding of your outdoor storage shed, or the toys you forgot to bring in before it began to rain.

The rain makes me think of countries that so desperately need it for production of food and survival, the rain makes me think of the monsoons that destroy year after year those in its path, the rain makes me think of how amazing the idea of moisture, that turns in to water droplets that come from a darkened sky or sometimes comes down through a sky bespeckled by the sun shining through the clouds, and yet I think we take for granted the very essence of what the rain really evokes in the cycle of life, despite all of it's downfalls (no pun intended here).

So whether you love it or hate or prefer the blazing sun, we could never do without it regardless.