Burning Bridges Like Matchsticks

There's a regrettable trend among us tree hugging dirt worshippers to write about how the spring rain makes us feel renewed and washed clean. In the interest of balance, I would like to point out that I woke up a grand total of six (!) times last night with a desperate urge to pee before I realized that it was raining outside. Upon shutting the window, I slept the remainder of the night without incident.

I do love the rain, but my hindbrain is easily led astray.