I like rain. And I'm not talking about some Korean bloke who prances around in military style camo gear, although I've been told that he does have some nifty dance moves. Hah.
I like rain, real rain - water dropping from the sky, kind of rain.
Especially on a lazy, non-working Monday morning, while I sit reading on my bed, leaning against the wall, semi-covered under my quilt, with a mug of hot coffee on the bedside table. Nothing on the stereo, just the sound of water trickling onto the roof and the occasional fresh breeze through my partially open window.
I like rain.