Rain, Rain, Rain

It's pouring outside right now. Or at least it sounds like it's pouring. I love the rain but I'm kind of angry that it's raining today because I wanted to go running when I got home and I wanted to go to the soccer game. The game will probably be rained out and it isn't fun to rain in the rain. If it is just sprinkling then it's tolerable and sometimes even enjoyable. When it rains I just want to go to the library pick out a ton of books, sit in my room and begin reading them. I really like sitting on my porch in the rain because the smell of rain as it hits hot pavement is one of my favorite smells. It brings back all the memories I have of playing in the rain with my sisters and grandma in the summertime. Now we've all grown up and my grandma has gotten to where she doesn't enjoy spontaneous acts like that anymore. Memories are always good to have though. Some of my most vivid memories took place in the rain. Like the one time my older sisters and I were playing outside on the fourth of July with a few other kids in the neighborhood and all of the sudden there came a down pour of rain. It was insane and instead of being bummed out we just ran around and took buckets to catch the water gushing out of the gutters then we would dump the whole bucket on the first person we could catch. I was always the youngest and couldn't carry a heavy bucket of water and run fast at the same time so if it was even possible I was more soaked than everyone else.