Rain

People love to complain about the weather.

Well, people love to talk about the weather -- me included -- and that sometimes often always descends into complaining, if you live in New England and not San Diego.

I understand that; I do. Weather can be harsh and affects everything and can make or break a day or an event.

But there's one thing I never complain about, and that's summer.

My Mom never complains about summer, either. Neither does my girl Jennie. We find winter harsh; we embrace the warmth and heat of this gorgeous yet entirely fleeting season.

There's one weather pattern I am tempted to complain about, though. Rain. It rains a lot around here. Well, at least in 2011, it does.

Rain. The soundtrack of the Spring of 2011.

Thankfully for us, we have a front porch from where we can watch the rain, stay dry, have a drinkie-poo . . .

. . . and hang on the ghetto couch.

The rain pours and drops and precipitates and dumps, but we stay dry on our front porch, lording over it all.

Oh look! And Mistah, for once in his life, even gets into the photo when we watch the rain fall down from our special perch.

Rain? Pfffft. Bring it.

Oh, but then take it away. Because it's Summer. And the Beach is calling.