Whether a gentle pitter-patter, or a heavy pour, nothing is as relaxing as rain. This morning I had to stand out in it for an hour and ten minutes. It was a mixture of light, and heavy, causing my pants to become soaked. How on earth could one find that relaxing? I'm odd like that. My feet were wet and cold. My hands going numb, yet it was strangely soothing. Most of the kids I saw weren't wearing rain boots, a sad sight. How can they possibly enjoy stomping through puddles w