i just heard the thunder roll and saw the lightning strike, and it made me want a big black mug of hot chocolate (with marshamallows, of course), a blanket, and some goloshes. it also made me wish that i was as cool as kathy seldon or don lockwood...because let's be honest, they'd not only rough it, they'd sing and dance in it. sometimes, i sing in the rain, but i secretly know it's not as cool as when good ole don did it.
nevertheless, the rain always seems to whisper comfort and peace to me. i love that me and the rain are secret friends.