You know, I sometimes complain when it rains. (No, really. I do.) Iím not really a winter person, and Iím used to long, hot, dry summers. Thatís my kind of weather, although I can sort of sympathize with people who like cooler weather. I donít get it, but you donít have to like hot days just because I do.
Today I found myself walking across the supermarket parking lot between showers. The air smelled so fresh and the light seemed to make the cars and the pavement so luminous that I had to smile. Maybe this is why some people donít mind the rain. I took a deep breath (and didnít even cough or sneeze).
The good feeling didnít last long. All it took was three trips from the garage to the house, unloading my groceries in the rain, to remind me. Still, I didnít have to be out in it after that, and I donít mind looking at it through the big picture windows all around my great room. Iíll just be a lot happier when the sun comes out again.