I love the rain. The rain brings me back memories of being a child, and playing out in the yard, getting wet and quite muddy. Getting scolded by my mom because I tracked the mud and the water into the house, and having some fear, but knowing that my mom Really wasn’t too mad as she would dry me off with a towel and tell me I would catch a cold. It reminds me of the times hanging out with my friends, just chewing the fat, and hanging out because it was too dreary to go out and do something. The smell of rain brings back memories of a my youth as a teenager, and it gives me that nostalagic feeling. I love the rain.

There are many different types of rain. But today it’s a misty type of rain. It’s the rain I love the best. Today’s rain reminds me of a time when I lived in Southern California, and went to the Rennaisance Faire. There were mists of water coming out of the stands, which gave it the effect of misty rain. It makes me think of that day spending time with my friends and eating an empanada.

Yeah, I’m feeling a bit nostalgic today.