For me, it's just the opposite. I love rainy days. There's nothing better than getting up late on a rainy day and lounging around in bed for a bit. Especially if, ah, I have company.

Even better, the rain gives me a great excuse not to do the yard-work. Even after it clears up, everything's wet and soggy so I can postpone it for a day or two after that.

Best of all, rainy days make all those irritating sources of neighborhood noise disappear. The neighbors' screeching kids aren't causing a ruckus and neither are the grown-ups! Around here in New England, there's a popular bumper sticker, usually found on trucks with Harley Davidson window decals.

The sticker says, "Motorcycles are everywhere!"

Well, the moment a good downpour starts, motorcycles darn well aren't everywhere, in fact they're nowhere! Which is music to my ears. Nobody revving their "mean machine" with dual glass-packed resonator mufflers for a half an hour. Nobody ripping through the neighborhood's streets after that, either.

I was thinking...

Maybe you and I can talk to The Lord and negotiate a mutually beneficial deal. You can have all the sunny days He's alloted my area and I'll (oh-so-reluctantly) take all your rainy days in trade!

If it wasn't for the political make-up of Seattle, I'd love a place in the US where it rains all the time!

Ironically enough, no sooner had I typed that last sentence one of the wanna-be bikers blasted past the window. *wince*

Maybe you and I can talk to The Lord and negotiate a mutually beneficial deal. You can have all the sunny days He's alloted my area and I'll (oh-so-reluctantly) take all your rainy days in trade!

No deal, amigo! What little rain we get is too precious, even when it sticks around long enough to become tedious. You're doomed to suffer through the sunshine!

...getting up late on a rainy day...

Getting up late? Hmmm...I don't think I'm familiar with that concept. Unless you mean sleeping until almost 7:30 a.m. ;-)

Love the rain, and what it does for the yardly vegetation. Love thunderstorms, love to photograph them, hear the low roll of the thunder miles away, the electricity inervates me.

But now hate the part where the roof leaks, one dog shakes and goes comatose, the other dog howls and of course the flash/bang of a near lightning strike, which is a reminder of near miss mortar shells 32 years ago.