Let the Rain Fall Down.

Rain is trickling down against my windows.  The clouds are dense and a solemn shade of grey.  My feet are damp from choosing to wear shoes instead of boots.  Crocuses and tulips are peaking out of the earth...

I agree, rain can be depressing, especially when it occurs for three days in succession.  But rain shows us some promise, that good things are near.  The rain nourishes the earth, and I can already see sparse blades of grass begin to grow.  Rain is also good at washing away the millions of cigarette butts on our sidewalks that are revealed once the snowbanks melt.  I watched a pigeon attempt to eat a butt today, the dumb bird must have thought "Score!  A spring roll!" ... only to succumb to an avian version of cancer.

Most people find the rain depressing, but I find it a bit romantic.  Kissing on the street is kissing on the street.  Add rain, and you have cinematic magic. 

In that culminating scene where Holly loses Cat, Fred and Holly finally kiss, and the intensity (rain included) has been recreated in so many films since (The Notebook, Spiderman...)  I guess when rain is present, that potential for a romantic scene like this kind of excites me.  I'm also kind of addicted to the smell of rain... it just smells fresh. 

Fashion has been forgiving when it comes to rain.  Everyone is sporting Hunter rainboots, and trenchcoats are as hot as ever.  

Rain also gives us a perfect excuse to just stay at home.  You can easily decline any plans by blaming the rain.  Why not take advantage and spend the day in your sweats sipping tea and watching classics like BAT? 

The best part about rain is that it makes us truly appreciative of good weather, and hey, it's better than snow!