"Well, I love a rainy night I love a rainy night. I love to hear the thunder Watch the lightning when it lights up the sky. You know it makes me feel good." - Eddie Rabbitt
And I do. I love the sound of rain on the windows, rain on the porch, rain bouncing off the roof as I stare at the water pouring down outside.
As I’ve gotten older I realize that I don’t even mind rain on vacation. When I was younger it was cause for despair, enough to ruin an entire week if it didn’t let up. But now? Now rain brings permission to slow down and kick back. Napping all afternoon suddenly becomes completely acceptable. Reading books in the room is a respectable pastime.
The dogs often have a different perspective, depending on rain velocity (is that even a term?).
This one doesn’t mind the rain unless we’re talking torrential downpour. Then I suppose whether Gracie goes outside has more to do with how urgently she needs to pee than with the wetness falling around her.
But this one? Phoebe’s a bit prissy and is willing to cross her legs all darn day if it’s raining outside. Because heaven forbid a dog get her paws damp in the backyard. (Then again, I can’t say I’d really enjoy peeing while it rained on me, so I guess I don’t have room to talk.)
We’ve been at the beach during a pretty iffy forecast, and I’ve found the kids handle this much better now that they’re older. Not that they want the rain, but they don’t get squirrelly and end up bouncing off the walls. It’s a big improvement on the days when I’d take them to a hallway so they could sprint back and forth to their hearts’ content.
Well, it is for me, anyway.
Linda’s Stream of Consciousness post kicks off Saturdays with a bit of this and that. This week’s prompt is rain/rein/reign.
Cee’s weekly 
