Now that's what I call rain!

[vagenna]

New england doesn't know how to rain. Its tiny droplets hang suspended in the air for hours, sway and hum and dally their way to the ground, without spirit or passion or urgency. And the drops are small, like pin-pricks, even in the summer. That kind of rain doesn't want to be touched; It whines for you to stay indoors

Comments

[mariposa4922]

That was oh so eloquent. Props to the imagery.