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Here in the valley, which is where I live, we don't get a lot of rain during the year, but when we do I am more excited than a dung beetle finding a ball of poop to ride on. Instead of snow like other places during the winter, we get rain. If we do get snow, that would be highly rare. Those little droplets pounding on my roof, announcing the presence of rain is the best feeling in the world. (Hopefully it is rain, or that would be unsettling. "It's raining men -- THUNK") I don't know if you could tell at this point, but I love rain. It gives me an excuse to wear layer upon layers of clothing and enjoy a hot chocolate for once. Another plus is an excessive amount of laziness, watching shows on Netflix whenever available, and simply giving yourself a reward for doing a shitty job at life with a wonderful nap. Sounds like a day gone well to me, comrades. Even when weather like this isn't around, I still manage to create an excuse to do so.