as almost everyone in my life knows...i hate (yes...a strong word...but appropriate)the rain...there has never been a time that i liked it...except maybe for the occasional sitting in front of the fire...knowing i was not going out in the rain...but...that is a rare occasion...
most people i know...love the rain...i just don't get it...
except for today...i woke up to the sound of rain...and it made me happy...am i going crazy here?? for the first time...i looked at it differently...instead of thinking of the annoyance it brings me...the uncomfortable feeling of running around in it...while balancing holding things...including the umbrella...while not getting wet...trying to avoid the puddles...
i lay in bed and thought about how the rain brings cleansing...the streets & sidewalks are washed up...debris is swept away...the plants stretch out their necks to drink up the "revivement" the water brings them...
ok...maybe a little sappy...but to me...it was a sign of renewing...that old things can be washed away...and in the midst of a dreary bleak grey day...color is springing up from the nourishment of the rain...
how cool is that?
so...this won't go down in history...as the day elena changed her view of the rain...but i do like that for the first time...i didn't get up begrudgingly thinking the day was bad because of lousy weather...i looked at it in a whole new light...
will i enjoy going out and fumbling while holding umbrella & stuff...trying not to get wet...and avoiding puddles? now come on...whatcha expect from a girl who loves sun shiny days...
as much as i love the sun...it is through the rain that most of my growing takes place...without the storms...i wouldn't know that the sun eventually comes back out...
this brought a smile to my face...in a dark dreary day...here is hoping you find your sun among the rain...
A LITTLE THREE YEAR OLD BOY IS SITTING ON THE TOILET. HIS MOTHER THINKS HE HAS BEEN IN THERE TOO LONG, SO SHE GOES IN TO SEE WHAT'S UP. THE LITTLE BOY IS SITTING ON THE TOILET LOOKING AT A BOOK. BUT ABOUT EVERY 10 SECONDS OR SO HE PUTS THE BOOK DOWN, GRIPS ONTO TO THE TOILET SEAT WITH HIS LEFT HAND AND HITS HIMSELF ON TOP OF THE HEAD WITH HIS RIGHT HAND.
HIS MOTHER SAYS: "BILLY, ARE YOU ALL RIGHT? YOU'VE BEEN IN HERE FOR A WHILE.
BILLY SAYS: "I'M FINE, MOMMY... I JUST HAVEN'T GONE 'DOODY' YET."
MOTHER SAYS: "OK, YOU CAN STAY HERE A FEW MORE MINUTES.BUT, BILLY, WHY ARE YOU HITTING YOURSELF ON THE HEAD?"
BILLY SAYS, "WORKS FOR KETCHUP."
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