When I was a child, I can remember hating the rain on most occasions. The rain meant days spent indoors rather than out with nothing but the television to entertain us. Boy, can age really give you new insight and perspective on life!
It makes my heart leap for joy when Henry begs and enjoys the outdoors so much. He's already brought us his shoes and thrown a mini-fit because the rain is keeping him inside this morning. I hated being in the house as a kid (unlike Jeremy) and I so hoped that he would find that trait within himself. It will only make me happy to see his clothes covered in dirt and grass stains - and I will never discourage his curiosity and excitement for the outdoors.
Today is going to be a very busy day. My hope is that it just keeps raining...
The rain always makes me think of this song. 'Rain's comin' down on the old tin roof. It's a lullaby song in the middle of June. Falling slow, falling slow...'