Jennah Rose English-Welch

I hate rain. I have always hated rain. It’s nasty. It’s cold. It’s wet. And it always seems to happen when I am supposed to be dressed up. Rain makes me a very bitter person. I’m normally exploding with the happiness and optimism of a wide-eyed, sugar-possessed kindergartner. But two seconds of rain turns me into the crabby old cat lady next door.

So needless to say, the torrential rainstorms that have ruined the majority of September – and now October - were not favorably accepted in my person. Or at least they weren’t at first.