LOVE, love, love the rain. 

Remember the rain?  Remember?  Think about it.  One of my favorite things to hear, feel, smell.

I slept so good last night.  Fell asleep listening to the rain hit the window next to my bed.  What a peaceful sound.  Slept like a baby.

Walked through the puddles on my way to feed the horses.  The puddles.  I remember riding through them on my bicycle as a child.  The bigger the splash, the better.  Oh, the memories associated with rain.

Life-giving rain. 

Memory making rain...

Promises...