I love the rain. I grew up on Long Island, NY where we had a lot of rain do I guess it’s “in my bones”, as they say. Unlike here in Colorado where the rain is always cold, in NY (and probably the whole area), we would get these amazing warm, Spring rains. A great memory: walking in the rain with my dad on the sidewalk around the block where we lived. He would hold an umbrella over our heads but I would stick my hand out to feel the warm, wonderful drops on my fingers….