Panes and pines

I awoke to the sound of the rain hitting the window, and I welcome the change. It’s been warm, it’s been cold, but it had been dry on both occasions on my recent days off. Now, it is raining and it is pleasing. I think of the rain that used to fall hard on my humdrum town, as someone once important to me sang. But I started the day repeating the words written by their former musical partner about the opposite effect that rain had on them as I went walking in the rain just to get wet on purpose.