What I said to the guy in the elevator this morning who observed the heavy rain we were having (not disapprovingly) by saying, "Beautiful day."
We haven't had enough rainy days in the last few years to start getting snobby about them when they come - and even without a drought, it's only against the background of grey days the bright ones seem so dazzling. Rainy days are wonderful days - yeah, even when you have to go out in them.
The last time I heard precipitation, it was the dry echo of acorns falling from the big oak at the southern end of my side street. Nice enough sound.
But real rain has something going for it right now.
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