It's raining.

It has been for a few days now. Nonstop. Pouring at times. Thunderstorms occasionally.

This is good because:
1) We've been in a drought for nearly a year. Apparently Lake Travis up by Austin is 50 feet below where it should be. The land neeeeeds the rain.
2) I just love rain. I love the soothing sounds it makes when it hits the roof. I love snuggling up cozy in my bed and falling asleep to it.
3) It's a great excuse to lay around all day. Right now I'm on the couch with the dog ignoring the TV because Maggie has Television ADD and I can't handle the constant switching. There's a puppy at my feet and cupcakes in the kitchen. Life doesn't get much better than this.
4) I pulled out a hoodie last night for the first time in four months. FOUR MONTHS. I love wearing hoodies, and I couldn't because I live in Texas and IT'S HOT AS HADES here. The high today is only 82. I'm not even sure I remember what 82 degrees feels like.


However, the rain is bad because:
1) It's raining IN THE HOUSE. In Luke's room, specifically. Under his doorway is a city of buckets that forms the capital of towel-land. We switch the towels out and empty the buckets regularly. And yet it keeps on coming.
2) We might flood. For reals. Not like a storm-surge-type flood. But streets with several inches of water in them.
3) I kind of want to go for a run. But it's icky.


Ooh, more thunder.