I love rain.
I especially love the rain that comes with thunderstorms. Maybe it's because I grew up in Oklahoma, where you do tornado drills in elementary school. Rain is cleansing. Rain is relaxing.
I lived in Scotland for a year, and it rained just about every day (except for those days I had people from America visiting me...then, blue skies...I mean c'mon!). I learned to really not mind being soaking wet. I learned to enjoy watching fireworks in the pouring rain and wondered why the Scots could pull off the amazing pyrotechnics in the wet but not bonfires. (Yes, my one-and-only experience with Guy Fawkes' - Bonfire - Night in the UK was sans bonfire.) Rain doesn't appear to dampen the Scots' spirits....or maybe its the spirits that don't dampen their spirits...
My dear friend S is getting married in Ft. Walton Beach on Saturday, and, for once in my life, I'm praying that it doesn'train. Or, if it must rain, let it be in the morning and not at sunset. It's hurricane season in Florida, and this week there have been three tropical storms/hurricanes in the vicinity. Needless to say, it's been rather damp in FWB this week.
I don't mind if it pours on Friday, the day I'm supposed to veg on the beach to soak up some rays in my quest to not be the whitest person in the wedding party. I think someone can Photo Shop some color onto my arms in the wedding pics; so if the remnants of these storms just need to let it all out, let it be on Friday.
Everyone, please help me pray for blue skies on Saturday. S&G deserve a sunny start to their life together.
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