Let It Rain

It's raining. Has been all day. And a lot of yesterday. It's hard for me to do anything at all.

I love rain. I miss it. I grew up in Pennsylvania, in a place where, according to my 8th grade science teacher, some form of precipitation fell from the sky three hundred days a year. Now I'm in Tucson, and while I don't know the number, I know it happens a lot less.

If it's raining when I get up, it's so hard for me to do anything more than go and get a cup of coffee and curl up in a corner. I want ...