My fascination with rain has only gotten worse since I've come to this school. Never have I ever been the type of person who hates rain. I don't find it depressing, nor gloomy, nor sad. In all honestly, I find it refreshing and just plain happy.
My parents told me, like most parents probably have, that the rain was the tears of the angels. Just like thunder is God bowling, and lighting is just Him taking a picture with the flash now. Now, if you were to get all scientific about it, you would just say that rain is condensation, that got too heavy in the atmosphere, and was catapulted toward the ground by gravity. But what fun is in that?
When I was little I hated the thought that angels were upset. I didn't like it when anyone in my family cried, much less angels! I would think of them as happy tears. Tears from extreme excitement, because rain couldn't possibly be anything else. Rain was fun to play in, fun to watch, and, well, just fun in general. In my small mind, how could something so fun be the result of sad angels?!
Rainy days are actually my favorite. I am always in a good mood when God decides it's time to give the plants a little drink.
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