I love when I see the Syracuse forecast and it is rain for the next seven days. That's the city I know and love. The rain isn't what's bad, it's the gray. Yesterday, I was invigorated by it and I went for a run. It felt good to run in the rain. Today, it looked colder and less inviting. Still, it's good for the May flowers.
Wait. It is May. Perhaps, it's good for the June flowers. By then, we'll all be on the Ark with pairs of animals.
But at least we have this good ol' classic. Sing it up, peeps. I know you want to.