Let Me Have My Rain

The other morning when I rose, it was pouring. (It was pouring as I wrote this) I was immediately energized! I am not in the class of people who see the rain and jump back in bed. I don’t complain. I come alive. I get things done; It feels like I’ve been granted a few extra hours in the day while the world sleeps in and takes shelter. I don’t run for cover and I don’t run from the rain. For as long as I can remember, it’s been that way for me. Rainy days, gray days, storms-that’s my groove.

You may hate the rain, but someone else is thriving in it! Hmm. . .reminds me of a certain political point in recent history. Anyway, I needed this rain. Touched my soul. The freedom of it all is in the fact that if you don’t prefer it, you don’t have to stand it. (Stay inside under your cover and in the comfort of your dry sheets!) Your day is coming. But right now, it’s raining. Let us have our rain. -Teddy the Brave