Fall is coming.
The cold weather is here, the leaves are changing, and the rain is falling. As much as I hate to see summer go, it has been nice to have some chilly jacket weather and watch the leaves change. Nothing feels better than rain falling onto bare skin. I could go on and on about how much I love rain on my skin, but I think I'll leave it to Shel Silverstein to sum it up for me. Whenever it rains, I can't help but think of this poem:
Dancin' in the Rain
So what if it drizzles
And dribbles and drips?
I'll splash in the garden,
I'll dance on the roof.
Let it rain on my skin,
It can't get in --
I'm waterproof.
