The rain falls on us all. We have little recourse but to either await the sun from inside our homes, or embrace the rain as the good thing that it is. I write because I have embraced the rain. Kissed the rain. Been kissed by the rain. I also control the rain. Every damn time I wash my car, without fail... it rains. Then I do not embrace the rain. Then I curse the rain. I'm far more fickle than the rain.