i think my love of rainy days seeped into my boys’ genes. we woke up to thunderstorms and it’s like they instinctively knew what to do. we sat on the front step and played a bit in the rain. asher grabbed the book rainy morning, without prompting, and asked me to read it. and for effect, elisha ran and turned the little noise machine we have to the “rain” sound, full blast. but not to romanticize the morning too much, by about 9 am we were about to pull each other’s hair out and were begging for the sun to come on out and let us go for a swim.