Another rainy day, and as I sit here with my steaming cup of tea, mindlessly gazing out of the window at the wetness beyond, I can't help but smile and reflect on all the rainy days I have experienced. The Dutch Downpours that truly connected me to the phrase, "it's raining cats and dogs" but honestly, it was more like cows and horses; coming and going quite frequently I was always sure to be caught unawares and unprepared, but hey, anything to make those absolutely stunning tulips grow. Or the fresh, clean rain of Sweden. Or the sparkling raindrops of Germany, the gloomy storms of England, the chilly wind-swept showers of Austria, the warmer sprinkles of Italy. Each rain smelling unique depending on the type of ground it touched - gravel, concrete, grass, dirt, ancient, modern. Or if I was lucky enough to be catching whiffs of it through open windows instead of soaked to the bone (because I yet again forgot my umbrella since I grew up in San Diego). I LOVE rainy days, the good ones and the bad, and even more so since my memories of them are so geographically different, special and loved. I will never forget all those times sitting in coffee shops, or bars, in Oslo, Paris, Amsterdam, London, Berlin, waiting out another storm, creating moments that haunt me on rare rainy days in San Diego. So thank you rain. You cleanse the world as you cleanse my soul, and force me to take a moment to remember the blessings I have.
Safe, and hopefully some rainy, travels!
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