When I was growing up, I loved the rain. Maybe it has something to do with growing up in Colorado, which has more days of sunshine than any other state in the US. In other words, I loved the rain because I didn’t get enough of it. Add in the fact that I used to regularly spend hours a day sweating away outside, wishing for a way to cool down, and it makes even more sense.

Now, I can’t even remember a single good thing about those supposedly wonderful “April Showers” of my childhood. I just have this vague idea that I used to have some idiotic fondness for it. It’s rained here every day for a week, and it’s nasty acidic rain. Worse still, I’m not a runner anymore. I don’t need to keep cool while exercising outside. I drive a scooter now. On a clear day, zipping around, weaving past stopped cars, and fleeing the bigger, more dominant vehicles on the road (with cockroach-like reflexes, I might add), is pretty fun! Doing the same while soaking wet, freezing one’s #@# off, and struggling to keep traction on the road isn’t. I could really go for an arid climate right about now…