Weather Report

Spring is here, birds are chirping, the honeysuckle vines attached to the wrought iron on our house are blooming toward the sun, and it is, of course, raining.
Not just raining, but cold- brrrrr....
I heard on the radio we haven't had such low temps in June in 20 years. Wow! I don't hate the rain, though. At least not at this moment. I love how it waters my plants for me, cleanses everything- especially my incredibly dirty car I've been meaning to wash for weeks.
The South African acapella band Ladysmith Black Mambazo sing about rain:

Rain rain rain rain
Beautiful rain
O come, never come
O come, never come
O come to me
Beautiful rain

Granted, they're singing about drought- you always want what you can't have- but I love the idea that rain is beautiful. Those who have read my musings on northwest weather are probable scratching your heads, but I have what you could call a love/hate relationship with the rain.
I love it when I haven't seen it for a while and I'm in that pensive (somber?) mood that rain elicits and when it serves a purpose (doesn't it always?)
I hate it when it sticks around longer than I want. In the beginning of summer, say, when all I want is to feel sun warming my skin.
So, it's spring and I feel like I can't complain about the rain because that's what spring is about right? Showers...

If they haven't stopped by the beginning of July, I might feel differently.