I love the smell after it rains, the feeling of the air outside, the color the world turns. My friend once told me she loves the rain. I never really thought about it until it rained the next week. I sat on my porch and just listened to the rain and watched it fall down.

Ever since then rain has been one of my favorite things. Maybe that’s why I loved Seattle that one time. It rained the whole time. Or maybe it was because it was one of those trips you look back on and it makes you smile. That trip we all got along and it always has been at the top of my list of favorite trips.

Don’t get me wrong I love the sun. But there’s something about the feeling of getting in your sweats and laying in your bed with a warm blanket on while the rain is falling down outside of your window.