The following  poem is another one of my favorites. It talks about loving the rain. I have always loved walking in the rain. One  gets wet, but I like the feel of raindrops on my face and hair. To feel that gentle touch of raindrops is comforting to me. I’ve never walked in a very hard rain, in hail, or in thunder and lightning.  That doesn’t appeal to me at all. But if it is a gentle rain, I love being out in it.      (Yu/stan/kema)

WHO LOVES THE RAIN

Who loves the rain

And loves his home,

And looks on life with quiet eyes,

Him will I follow through the storm;

And at his hearth-fire keep me warm;

Nor hell nor heaven shall that soul surprise,

Who loves the rain,

And loves his home,

And looks on life with quiet eyes.

Francis Willis Shaw