Rain.

I woke up today to another misty morning. The kind that when you drive, you never actually see the raindrops, but your windshield wipers still need to be on; the kind of weather that you know better than to straighten your hair, but your hair never really gets wet.  

I love those mornings. 

A perfect day to sit in a coffee shop, drink some hot tea, and read a good book.  sigh. 


It's funny how the weather can determine our moods, and can dramatically change how we relate to one another.  Why should the sun or snow determine our friendships and quality of life?

Rain makes us do funny things.

I grin (rather stupidly) at my computer as I remember last month's rainstorm.  The joy on all of the campers faces when they saw the rain and ran out in it, to find that they were already knee deep in water.  To hear them laugh as they canoed across camp.  To see some of them praying on the dock in the storm, because when they are in the middle of the storms they can sense their maker's presence.  Why must we grow up? 

Or last night, when a guy from my high school was trapped out in the rain.  We may not have talked in over six years, but like I said, rain makes us do funny things. So he called me.  Logical? Maybe not. 

But sometimes being illogical is the most logical. 

Thank you for enlightening me, rainy weather.