I love the rain. People bitch about it, but it's a godsend to me some days. When the weathers hot and the crowds are thick, and I've been busy every fucking day, it's a treat.
It's one of the few times we slow down. The crowd thins out, the Midway is is full of puddles, and the buildings become congested, only until people realize it's not going to stop, then they trickle off the lot and go wherever they go.
In the early spring, before I go on the road, we get a lot of rain, it washes what's left of the snow away. I leave my bedroom window open so I can listen to it as I'm dozing off, the sound puts me to sleep, and I dream.
I love the rain.