Rain is so lovely.
The beautiful thunder rumbles comfortingly outside the window.
The babysitter said it was God bowling, but I never needed shelter from its strong explosion.
I love thunder and always have.
Then the rain starts, like hot tears that have been welling up in the clouds' eyes for days. The thunder has been chiding and offending the bruised clouds and finally they let go.
And it is lovely.
A good cry can drain out even the harshest emotions. So can a good rain.
Curl up on your bed, cover your head with sheets.
Be lulled by the unearthly percussion and the relieved sheets of fallen water.
Rain, rain come back again, Go away another day.