A Cloudy Day at the Beach

I adore rainy days. Always have. So it's no surprise that our move to the Seattle area was - and still is - a complete dream come true for me. And, needless to say, after three and a half years of the characteristic on-again off-again wet stuff, I'm still hooked.

Obviously my mental stability has been questioned numerous times. (Mostly by folks who prefer to spend their days underneath a glaringly bright sun.) And no matter how much I try to impress upon them the fact that rainy days are what you make of 'em, they don't believe me. They grimace, shake their heads, and proceed to inform me that I'm completely, totally, and one hundred percent crazy.

But I take it all in stride. If being completely, totally, and one hundred percent crazy allows me to wake up and greet cloudy, rainy days with a smile, then so be it.

I wouldn't have it any other way. :)

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"I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights."
-- Maya Angelou