Growing up here
didn’t make me love rain,
but I got attached to it.
The sound of a downpour on cedar shingles
the rhythm of windshield wipers
hydroplane-ing over puddles on I5
taking off damp socks
the smell of the sidewalk at the beginning of a drizzle
hiding deep in a rain jacket.
It’s not like I feel happy when it rains,just at home.