I have mixed feelings about the rain. I woke up to the sound of raindrops. (Of course, not to the sound of my multiple alarm clocks. That never happens.) I never like awakening to rain on a day I can’t sleep in and enjoy it.
Off to work I go, driving in the traffic and the rain. If there’s something less enjoyable than waking up to rain on a work day, that would be it. (But there’s not.) Visibility’s bad, I can’t go my normal 90 miles an hour without sliding a little.
When I got to work finally, all of the parking spaces were taken, so I had to drive down the block to the Grand Union and park there, and walk the rest of the way — in the rain. I was decidedly unhappy as I started walking, but a few minutes into the trip to my office, I realized that if I just enjoy the rain I’d feel much better. So for the rest of my walk to the municipal building where the [DELETED] offices are, I enjoyed the rain. I just wish the rain didn’t make me wet and soggy.
