It's raining, It's pouring...

It's pouring outside and my coat is soaking wet. Thank God last year I got a coat that keeps the cold out and the warm in, with rain rolling off the jacket like water on a ducks back.

I love the sound of rain. On days like these, I want to just hop in bed and stay there but i'm only here for a little while until I have to go back outside. So, I'll sit here now with a cup of hot coffee with creamer and honey, listening to music, and rest under the covers with enough time for a lil' reflection and writing.

I love the rain because it washes away the junk on the dirty streets of Budapest.

I love the rain because it just makes everything seem "fresh."

I love the rain because everyone gets wet!