Rain

Rain is beautiful. It makes plants and grass grow.... grass that needs to be mowed... but it's green.
It sounds good and is awesome in both its power and subtlety.
It feels good on your skin and causes a recurrence of the delight of childhood rompings, arms outstretched and mouth open to the sky.

It either wipes out my internet and/or sends it into episodes of being up and relapses into the red blinkings of down.
I hate rain.

Shall I test the rain's induced whims? I must.