I've always loved the rain. It's raining right now, ruining the Friday evening of multitudes of young people across the Toronto area. But I am content in my cozy little place, surrounded by lamp light and books. The sound of the rain on the branches outside my window acts as a balm for the wounds of my hectic week. It's a sound that could never be replicated. So, embrace these April showers, as I have, whether they bring May flowers or not.
here comes the rain again: eurythmics