nightly showers (bring may flowers)

It's raining lightly right now. Anticipating a bittersweet drive to Toronto in the morning. 5 a.m. start. You know, the kind of drive when it's still dark outside and your internal clock is confused as to whether or not it's day or night...

(Yawn, stretch, goosebumps. Flip heat on, sip coffee, switch to 103.9 for some risky, French jazz. Pinch cheeks to ensure awakey-ness. Inhale and GO).

I hope it rains during the drive so that my insides can finally relax and the tension in my facial muscles can slowly soften. The rain always does this to me. It makes me feel cozy and calm inside, like when I'm swaddled in a wooly blanket or drinking chamomile tea with honey and lemon wedges. It makes me want to have a deep, romantic conversation with someone, cuddle with a fluffy puppy, or try to understand someone else's point of view even if I don't agree with them. Rain is truly remarkable like that. Kind of like a mild sedative. It's like the raindrops gently tug, tug, tug until you have no choice but to feel a strong sense of...something....while feeling pretty chill all at the same time. It's like what Billie Holiday said, "Don't threaten me with love, baby. Let's just go walking in the rain." Well, okay then! I'm in.