can solve the mysteries of weather
until they gain an understanding of the
mutual attraction of rain and weekends.
I like that quote! Here is the weekend and here comes the rain.
I found myself enjoying it. Last year I bought a foul-weather gear jacket for our trip to the Grand Teton and Yellowstone. It's the first time I have used it since our trip, and when I looked out the window this morning I knew what I would be throwing on today. It brought back memories of majestic mountains and roaring waterfalls, flowing rivers, chipmunks, elk and moose, and hearing wolves howling in the distance in the early morning light just as dawn the broke. Wow, what a great memory this rainy day brought me.
My jacket has a hood that you can pull way down over your eyes, with a bill that bounces the water away from your face. Big pockets you can stick your hands in and even though it isn't thickly lined, it keeps you toasty-toasty-toasty. You don't feel the need to hurry from car to store because even though it's pouring down a torrent, I'm as snug as a bug in a rug. I am having a great time. You dear people out there who already own one might think me pretty silly being this excited about such a coat, but it's the first one I have ever had and I'm enjoying it. I may not be keeping up with the latest fashion, but I am as proud of my foul-weather jacket as if it were from one of those famous fashion houses in Paris. Rain? I laugh at the rain! Now, that's not to say that if it's still raining three months from now I might be changing my tune but in the meantime......