I won't go so far as to say I'm only happy when it rains, but I do have a history of waxing poetic about rainy days. So today, when I was pushed out of bed not by the alarm clock but by the thunderstorm warning on my phone? I wasn't terribly upset.
Instead, I pulled on a pair of leggings, grabbed a giant mug of coffee and went to the porch to listen to the rain and thunder. It makes the daily sinus headaches the humidity a much more bearable thing. I love a cool morning that bleeds away into a warm summer day. Reminds me of being a kid and summers in Wisconsin.
I love it when the thunder is so big it almost sounds fake. I'm determined to enjoy this morning while the kids still sleep and I don't have anyplace else to be.