I love rainstorms. They make for quiet, lazy-feeling days . . . but at the same time, I always feel richly alive. It's like if I breathed deeply enough of a rainstorm, I would be able to unfurl into something more at home in wind and weather. This sensation makes me feel very friendly towards trees, and grass, and even the weedy dandelions. People grumble and tuck themselves away over the wet . . . green things get excited and shoot upwards.