Rain. The most stimulating sensation that could ever possibly be taken for granted in our every day. Rain. God's way of telling us that watering cans could never quite do the trick. Rain. Something I have grown to love immensley over the years. The only thing I can be sure of. The most unpredictable, unexplainable, untamed, lovely thing. Rain. It makes us wet. Never once has it made us dry. When the forboding clouds trace like malevolent messengers into the sky, sporting the canvas with gray streaks of the beautiful arbiters ornamented on the infinite blue page, you know- you know that rain will chronologically come to pass. You know that the array of majestic spokesmen of our Lord will make the ground condescending moist. And this knowledge that it will never alter, differ, change on us, is the best feeling you could have. Rain. Rain makes us wet.