"Singing in the rain, just singing in the rain..."

It's a rainy day here. In the past I use to crack my window, choose a worthy book, and recline while reading and listening to the rain. I also would turn on classical music-something soft and not to loud-Pachelbel's Canon in D being my absolute favorite on rainy days. There's just something about rain that makes me a little peaceful. Most people want to sleep when it's raining, but not me, I'd rather stay awake and watch it fall from the sky.

When I was little I believed that it rained when someone arrived in heaven. Then I grew older and realized that we don't go to heaven right away but we're stuck below the dirt waiting for the second coming-which is why I think I stopped going to church-the idea of being stuck in the ground in a body instead of in heaven where we're promised to go if we've lived a 'righteous life' whatever that means; I also realized that people died every single day and there's a funeral every single day so it should rain every single day-but it doesn't.

I think I prefer the idea of reincarnation. Because then we get to live again until we reach the right state. Yes, I think I like the idea of reincarnation.

I use to dream about living in the UK where it rains almost every day and if it doesn't, the sky is usually partly cloudy. I love that, I would probably go there and be found in the countryside at a cottage or in the city at a cafe, in the corner writing in a journal.

Yesterday I went to the Covered Bridge Festival. It was a VERY LARGE place. I thought I was going to die with all the walking...and I got a sunburn on my face, but you wouldn't guess it today cause it turned to a tan (thank you my native american great grandmother for giving me your genetics in the skin pigmentation department). At one booth there was a woman talking on her cell phone speaking an African language. At another booth, there was this man who was Asian painting calligraphy names-(we got one for the lil' man to put above his crib-it's a Finding Nemo one). But then there were booths with deals because it was the last day-like the one I got my naval jewelry at. It was one for a dollar. Which isn't bad at all...I got five from that booth and a dangling butterfly from a booth where everything on the table was two dollars. But it's a dangling one, so I figured that usually they're 10.00 why not?

The food. My goodness, the food. There was SOOO MUCH food. And the smells from the food court area and the food strip across the bridge...I tried Cheese Curds yesterday too-they sound gross but they're actually pretty good. I think I am going to save up for next year's festivities. Beautiful things and rare things. A place to go for culture. But take sunscreen.

Well, the rain is a little slower now, so I am going to get off of here to enjoy it.

Have a wonderful day.