Rain, Rain

We were rained out of playgroup yesterday. I don't know who was more disappointed, me or the kids.

Okay... it was me.

We had arrived a little late, and when everyone started leaving early I felt a little boo-hoo about it. But my daughter, wonderful soul that she is, sighed, "It's okay... this is my favorite kind of weather." So on the ride home I was able to appreciate the splitter-splatter on the windshield rather than grouse about it spoiling all my fun.

And last night when the dog came in soaking wet from her walk with hubby, I was able to stroke her head without thinking (too much) about that wet doggy smell.

And this morning, as it still drizzled a bit while we walked the dogs again, I didn't think much about the dampness in the air, but enjoyed watching the clouds passing quickly over the still large and bright moon in the sky.

I think this is my favorite kind of weather, too. Any weather, in fact, can be my favorite kind when I put my mind to it. Sometimes that's all that's required. Just a slight change in focus. Viewing the rain one way instead of another. That's all it takes.

Why are there days when it is so difficult to remember that?