Rain, Rain; Please Don't Go Away.

It rained this morning. Actually, to be completely honest, it's raining right now. My window is propped open, letting the cool air circulate through my room, causing my poor heater to have a nervous breakdown.

There's something about rain though, that is amazing. I don't know if it's because of a simple song I learned as a young child, about how rain makes the earth clean and new, or if it's because rain brings on a certain level of comfort that you just can't find any other place.
It's the kind of comfort that makes you want to curl up on the couch, a fuzzy blanket wrapped around you, hot chocolate and cookies at your side, with a fantastically romantic novel in your hands.

There's a smell that accompanies the drops that scatter across the sidewalk, cling to the blades of grass, and soak your hair. It's the smell of mom baking cookies, soaking your nostrils with perfection the second you walk through the door after school. It's the exhilarating smell of running through puddles with your siblings, giggling as you splash each other and squealing with pleasure as your clothes begin to resemble wet paper bags. Rain takes you back to the city you love; the way the sidewalk smells as millions of people walk to work, the way the Thames rises up the edges of the dock. The way the Tube seems to become an incredible haven from a downpour. And the smell of rain thrusts you back to moments when you were held close by someone you loved; the way the water drips down his hair into his eyes, making them look bluer than usual, if that's even possible. The way he grins as he shakes the tree branch above you, causing a million and one droplets to suddenly cascade onto your face and neck. Rain brings the smell of wet kisses by the bell tower, hugs underneath trees, moments so completely perfect, you have to reread your journal, just to make sure they actually occurred.

What is it REALLY though, about rain that makes it wonderful? I guess I couldn't tell you in one sentence, not even five or nine.
If you think I'm crazy, just wait until the first snow.....