Here comes da rain

Late Friday saw rain. My coworkers saw gray skies, wet windows and they frowned in disappointment. Covered in rain slickers and hiding under umbrellas, they move quickly from their offices to their cars in the parking lot, only to shiver and shake in attempts to wiggle off what little rain that has caught them.
Meanwhile, I saw gray skies, wet windows and I giggle in anticipation. I opened my window and take a deep breath of that scent of clean outside. I leave my warm, dry house and go out to the yard, arms open, face up to the sky, barefeet wet in the grass and I welcome the rain completely. I only wish there was enough to create a puddle worthy of jumping in.
Come Monday morning, I stop at the store on my way to work and the cashier asks, "Did you have a nice weekend, in spite of the rain?" to which I answered, "I had a nice weekend BECAUSE of the rain." My newly planted seedlings have been appropriately watered as has my recently planted garlic, and I'm sure my worms are happier for it all. Silly humans, afraid of the rain.