Rain!

It's raining.

It's raining.

It's raining.

It's RAINING!

It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring....went to bed and bumped his head and couldn't get up in the morning! Yeah!

I can't quite believe it, myself. I mean, I lived in the desert for four years, and before that in San Diego, where it didn't exactly pour on a regular basis. Then I move to Nashville, and it's in the midst of one of the longest droughts in recent history. But I can see the rain washing merrily down the gutters (gutters!), and the trees seem to be stretching toward the sky to soak in more of the precious rain. I am half-considering going outside and dancing around in the rain for awhile. Hmmm. Perhaps I should wait until I've met all my neighbors first before I act too much like a complete lunatic.

And darn. William's napping. He's missing the rain!