Rain is a good thing.

I'm not referring to the country song here.  It's a catchy tune, don't get me wrong, but I'm talking about the physical rain. 

It's pretty dark outside at 2:21 p.m. I barely needed to draw the room-darkening curtain in my daughter's room at nap time with how thick this cloud cover is. 

Since having my daughter, I no longer am able to tolerate heat like I once did.  Let me tell you, it's way better to be "warm-blooded" than "cold-blooded," as some people like to call themselves.  When warm-blooded, I was able to be comfortable at 80-anything degrees and ~70% humidity.  When it got to 90 degrees, I started to sweat a little.

Now, 80-anything degrees has me on the ground in front of a fan.  It's starting to get better, but only a little.  That's why rain is a good thing, at least today.

Today's rain brought not a sweltering humidity but a glorious cold-front that has us in the comfortable 70's.  Yes, I have very little idea of what to do with my daughter when she wakes up from her nap, though probably a trip to Wally World will suffice (it will get her some crayons and allow me to return an incredibly immodest 2-year-old swimsuit, so it's a win-win for both of us). 

Even so, it's my first day-time thunderstorm of the summer that has kept going and going, and it's not one of those severe ones that you should rightly fear/respect.  It's a steady, understandable rain that has mostly rolling thunder attached to it. 

It's also the first good rain after a dry-spell, and as I think I've written before, when it's too dry, it's not just the land that feels it; I think people feel it, too.

So the rain is a relief, and I'll take it.  We can't go to the pool today, but we can still get some good hydration.