I like rain being plastered to my window by the crazy blowing wind.
I like pulling my hood down to shield my face when running back to our place from church.
I like the feeling of Ireland, because for me, rainy days will forever be irish.
I liked going out to the rain in my wellies and work trousers to bring the cows in for milking, and then they would stand there and steam would rise from their wide backs, droplets of water falling on me as I walked around the milking parlor.
I like rainy days when the sky is grey.
I like them when I can stay home, cuddle in bed and eat salted peanuts for lunch.
I like them when I have to go out and walk in the rain.
yup. the rain season started in portugal.