rain

I love the rain. Sure, in Vancouver there have been times when even I'll admit a break would be nice after forty days and forty nights of rain, but for the most part you won't hear me complain about the rain. The day started grey and drizzly today, but it cleared in the afternoon and was beautifully sunny when I went out for dinner with friends. It was highly unexpected, then, to hear the rain pattering against the skylight this evening-- steady, strong, nourishing. The sound of rain against windows is a heavenly lullaby to me. I hope it's still raining when I crawl under the covers tonight.