I like to see rain. I don’t really like the kind of rain we get, the freezing sleety stuff, that chills your bones and makes you wish you were in Boca. Of course, that rain does make it ever more pleasant to sit by a warm fire.

No, I dream of the rain that comes out of a dark sky in late summer, thrashing lighting and big drops, rain I used to love to sit out in, or work in. hell, this kind of rain. A rain not to brace against, but to immerse yourself in, to cleanse your spirit. I could use some of that now.

Maybe we all could.