Raindrops are Real

Dripping drops, some call it rain. I call it drizzle.  Some say it has finished. I say, who knows...? Gray and glum, some would be grouchy but me? I am glad--no, maybe more like content. The morning expresses somber reality. Here in the Coastal Northwest we see it and feel it and know it only too well. We play anyway. We work in spite of it. I find joy walking in the rain. Did you ever walk in the rain? Did you ever perceive something in the rain that you never saw when the sun shone?