It’s pouring down rain now. I’ve got the balcony door open so I can hear it. It’s lovely, really.
Rain like this always makes me kind of wistful in a you-know-if-I-had-a-man -who-was-game-and-I-lived-in-a-house-with-a-yard-and- no-hardwood-floors-it-would-be-awesome-to-go-outside-and-make-out-in-the-rain kind of way.
I’m sure Hollywood can be blamed for such a pneumonia-inducing thought.
Jeff and I have never made out in the rain, but we have gone running in it and generally horsed around outside in it. It’s really fun. And we didn’t get sick!
I am so jealous of your weather right now! It’s 35°F with light rain here. It’s 64°F with thunderstorms there. I LOVE THUNDERSTORMS! But the thing I love even more than that is leaving my balcony door open during them.
You would have been feeling really blissful here lately. We’ve had storm after storm after storm.
The pneumonia would be absolutely worth it, speaking from experience…not many things as sensuous as raindrops striking every conceivable inch of skin, sensations faster than the mind can track. I recommend it highly.
Word. Luke and I made out in the rain once, and it was divine.
After the rough stuff passed through early this morning, I got up, opened my window, and got wistful for my own Hollywood-romance-in-the-rain moment. And then I realized that I had to get up in two hours to drive to Tupelo and take my Postal Service exam. That’ll make a girl snap back.
That sounds nice little sparrow.