Rain mesmerizes me.

I could sit and watch it come down all day.

Since I was sitting in the open doorway while it poured my husband gave up and brought me a towel so the floor would not get soaked.

After ten years I think he has given up on me acting logically when there is rain.

I think my love of rain comes from my Mom.

She always seemed to love a good storm.

I remember staying on the front porch when I was a child and watching the rain come in over the fields.

We always begged to stay out until the lightening was too close.

We would count the space between the lightening and thunder, hoping it would stay far apart so we could continue to play.

Rain always makes me feel like a kid again.