Rain, rain go away.
Come again another day.
Little Jenny wants to go out and play.

I woke up this morning once again to the psychic mental alarm clock. 10:00 AM, just thirty minutes before my dad was going to pick my sis and me up. It was sprinkling the smallest of smallest raindrops when we stepped outside.

About half an hour ago, I walked in the rain to feed a lady's cat. From the steps of my house, I slowly moved toward the street above my house. Each drop of rain pattered on my green and white umbrella, sliding down the sleek fabric to reach the rough road below. All in solitude. Everything was silent. The road was nearly silent until an insane driver screeched around the corner and disappeared into the curtain of falling rain.
It was quite majestic. I think I will take more walks in the rain.

Ultimately, again I have realized the absurdity of my entries. These are things that I may never purposefully think...yet only my fingers as they type say what I think...
This where someone says, There she goes again...writing about rain...such a random thing...I want to hear about HER day...she must be a nut.
And the answer to that is, yes