Rain, don't listen to those bullies, please stay.

I have never been fond of people telling the rain and the clouds to leave and to come back another day. I just haven't. I like the sentimental, cozy feelings that come from watching the droplets on the window in my room race down the pane until they get stuck in the screen. Lighting a candle, turning off my lights, knitting or reading, studying for a calculus test that I have that I don't really want to take at all, anyways; yeah, you know I'm living the life when it rains.
I think a lot of exciting things happen when it rains, too. For some reason as soon as precipitation begins to fall from the sky, people are instinctually brought closer together to fare against the elements. It's a natural imposition that leaves people bewildered and happy in such ways that only rain can help with. Rain is like an AMPLIFIER to emotion. Sadness is sadder, love is lovelier, anger is more concentrated, and happiness is, well, happier. I don't know why people are so hyper-responsive to the weather and how it can have any correlation to an individual's mood, but it definitely makes for a great unknown about people in general. Interesting, hm? But most of all, I love to pretend that the world outside is undesirable from inside my fortress of warmth and an extremely comfortable mattress. It's the, "I would rather be in here than out there.", mentality that keeps me going. I would like to thin that the rain would end and the sun would come out and shine all over my face, but I think that for the moment, I am just so happy where I'm at. Content.