250. The sound of the rain

Back home the typical weather is rain which was why moving from the Midlands to the South was strange for months there was no real rain here (people here claimed a five minute light shower was rain almost as bad as the frost someone tried to lable ice). While writing one of my essays I remembered a website I'd found back home but not often needed to use http://www.rainymood.com/ this became my essay background. However the other day it happened real rain, it wasn't a hardcore downpour but it was proper rain that actually got you wet (I know Best Friend will be questioning my sanity in liking the rain as she moved right up north and dispares of it, trust me you miss it when it's not there or at least I do). Walking in the rain feels cathartic to me to run the risk of sounding cheesy, it feels like it's washing away my troubles I don't need to feel sad because the weather is doing that for me I can just embrace it. A Friend here asked why I was smiling so much and I just told him to look outside it made my day.