Maine is pretty rainy in the spring. And I lived in Oregon for awhile and it defines rainy. So, a little rain rarely puts me in a gray mood. In fact, this rainy, rainy spring we've been having here in Utah has actually made me feel quite cheerful!
Each rainy day has felt like something of a celebration. Every morning that I wake up to the sound of rain on the windows I think, "Oh goody, I don't have to water the garden!" And I think about how much the dry, desert ground is just loving this outpouring of moisture and soaking every last drop up. The mountains are green all around us and our own yard is growing lush and green before my eyes. You can practically watch the plants unfold and deepen in color, knowing that they have to act fast while the feast is upon them.
We even had a little snow this morning, which was kind of wild. But that's moisture too and it was more than welcome! All the things in our garden right now are pretty hardy and cold tolerant, and the lettuce has been extra sweet with the chill weather and extra rain.
I find that the more I love the rain, the more I love it. Do you know what I mean? I think that's kind of a general principle in life, and it works particularly well if you're not especially fond of something: a chore, a person, a day of the week etc. If you decide you love it, the more you put effort into really enjoying it, the more you find that it becomes effortless. Kind of neat how that works:)