When I think about...

Rain,

I think about singin'...

When I think about singin' it's a heavenly tune.

When I think about heaven, I think about angels.

When I think about angels, I think about you.

Really? How cliche is that? I remember, though, when I was little(er) I used to love that song. And this morning it's stuck in my head. 

Wanna know why?

Because it's raining, that's why.

Which is ok, don't get me wrong... I'm the rain loving kind of girl. Most of the time.

In Circleville, I loved to run and play in the puddles on the sidewalk and street. 

In Cedar, I loved to curl up in my window seat or on the porch and read a book. (Well. Hold a book. I mostly just watched the water touch everything in my world. Water is ridiculously soothing, just so you know.)

In Ephraim, I feel caged. Because apartments in the rain are different than houses in the rain. Mostly because you're sharing a postage stamp of space with five other girls, but partially because there's no sidewalk or street that's yours (I mean, seven thousand other students share them with you. It's just not appropriate to run out there in the rain in your PJ's and giggle like a little school girl.) There's no window seat, or cozy fireplace, or sheltered porch. The balcony was a good idea until I realized it's open on three sides, and the wind enjoys reveling in your woe. (Drama much?)

But no worries. Now it's snow. Yup. In a matter of fifteen minutes it went from rain that felt more warm and Spring-ish, to Winter hanging on with all it's might. Again.

Oh well. I guess I should get ready for the day and be productive anyway... right? (Please! Someone say no! :p) Maybe I'll only be selectively productive and go study scriptures and feel good talks in the Institute library. (That way it's ok if you say yes instead. :p)