Contrast. I think it is all about contrast. Grey skies make colors sharper, smiles warmer...hugs last a little bit longer these days.
Rain is an interesting enigma. The central valley gasps for it, children play in it, adults run from it. And when those rain drops get together to form a gang, there is no stopping them.
It's our fault in a way. No one said to build roads and houses. Used to be the rain could go wherever it wanted. Water was everything, carving canyons and reshaping the world.
You can't be mad at water. You just can't. You can't be mad, period. Things happen...things that we have no control over. This makes life both exciting and terrifying. It is what it is.
A lot has happened in three days. A lot, but not enough.