For the Love of Rain

I cannot begin to describe my love for rain in words.

One minute I'm on the floor reading when it sounds like a drizzle has begun outside and I am automatically in a good mood. Then I hear it really start to pour and when the pitter patter of raindrops get really loud and constant I cannot contain myself and I rush to the window just to watch the rain come down in sheets. I press my face nearer to the window to catch a whiff of that lovely rain smell.