That's not really how I feel. I'm tired of the rain. It gives me a headache, keeps me indoors and dampens my mood. I know April showers bring May flowers, but now it's May and I'm ready for the flowers. After watching our friends in Zimbabwe live through a drought year in 2007 I vowed I wouldn't complain about the rain again. Rain means life for so many people in the world and I take that for granted. While I drive two minutes to the local Loblaws for my food that is there no matter what the weather is, people all over the world are hungry because it didn't rain and their crops didn't grow. I received a letter a few weeks ago from a dear friend in Zimbabwe in which she mentioned they were still waiting for the rains. It is a big deal.
I don't want to be thankful for the rain today. To be honest, I'm feeling a bit grumpy. But somehow I'm going to dig deep in the comforts of my home, with a roof over my head, and not let it shape my attitude towards the day.