I hate rain. A lot. What’s worse is having to sit out in it while waiting for a train to come in that’s already 4 hours late. Actually, hate isn’t the best word to describe my feeling toward rain. I do enjoy sitting on the porch on a rainy summer day just listening to the droplets ping against the leaves, feet propped on a bench, sipping an ice cold beer… No, rain isn’t all bad, but sitting on a window ledge of a train station, surrounded by cement, rocks, steel, and smog, and not a clue when you’ll be able to leave? That rain sucks. It sucks hard.