It’s Saturday. I sit by the window on my favorite day of the week, watching the rain fall steadily from a gray sky for the third day in a row.
I love Saturday. It’s the only day of the week when I don’t have to shake myself from sleep and get dressed early. On other days, I drag myself into the shower and stand with my face turned up to the spray until the water wakes me up.
I love the rain, too. My husband and I shared our first kiss on a rainy day Continue reading “There Will Come Soft Rains”? (Lessons from Bradbury)