Only happy when it rains...

Early Saturday rainy morning. All the windows are open, because of the beautiful weather, so we have that fresh rain smell and that touch of damp cool in the apartment. The little town is quiet this time of day. A few cars on the main drag and I can hear the coffee shop downstairs getting started for the day. Makes me want a latte. Watching the rain make puddles on the roof of the downstairs porch, just outside of my window. Wish the old fashioned street lights that line my cobblestone alley were still on, they make the best reflections in the puddles. Reflection is good.