This rain tho

 I associate rainy days with romance.

In novels, couples get caught out in the rain during a hike and have to find an abandoned house or cave to take shelter in.....and then they get romantic.  Fall in love.  

In movies, they have a big fight and they are going to break up and then it starts pouring rain while they are screaming at each other.....then they fall into each others arms and kiss.   And fall in love.

In real life, it's just rain.

I have danced in the rain with a man, and shared a first tentative kiss.  He was a jerk, but that memory is a very nice one.  

I have had romantic interludes on rainy days - when my ex bf was a roofer, i LOVED when it rained.  Most of the time.

Now i just find it soothing.  I tend to reminisce  while i'm cozied up in a blanket with a book listening to the rain.  The book sits on my lap and i drift back and think about the past. just like in the movies. 

When i was a kid, my twin bed butted up against the window in my room.  Summer rain storms had me lying on my bed with my head and shoulders in the open window, as close as i could get to outside until my mother yelled i was letting rain in.

So?

I loved the thunder and the lightning, and how the raindrops bounced around on the pavement.  The smell of wet grass and worms, the temporary coolness of the wind, and storm clouds covering the sun.

Someday, i would dance in the rain with a handsome man.

And i did.

I have yet to find the abandoned house, or cave to take shelter in while the storm whips around me and a hottie.  

Maybe when i'm 60?