Rain and I have a love-hate relationship.
I love the rain. It's by far my favorite type of weather, and if I had my way, I'd be living in some little English village in a thatched-roof house, watching the rain 75% of my days. Most people hate the rain, find it dismal and depressing. Uh-uh. Not me. I find it flipping fantastic and wouldn't mind if it rained everyday. (Okay, maybe, like, 350 days out of the year. I'd like SOME sunshine, just to mix it up. And because I'd be so disgustingly white everyone wouuld die of horror).
However, despite how deep my love for rain runs, rain hurts. Literally. For those with fibromayalgia (or however you spell it) and, who knows, probably some other musculartory system disease, maybe even auto-immune disease, it truly and literally hurts. Something about the change in barometric pressure aggrivates our easily-aggrivatiable muscles and joints and all that goodness.
Funny... when I was little, apparently "I feel it in my bones" was one of my favorite phrases. And now... I really can "feel it in my bones" when a storm in coming... hahahaha. Oh, the irony of life!
Doesn't matter. I may be hurting, but then I just sit by a window and watch it rain, and everything is all right again.
Hooray for rain!
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