I love the rain. I love thunderstorms. They represent many things in many cultures. To me they represent peace and renewal.
When it rains it tends to get quiet, even in the city. You can hear the rain fall, the passing of cars on wet pavement, the occasional thunder clap. Its very soothing. I can just sit on a platform and listen to the world around me.
Then there is the particular smell that comes before, during, and after. That wet earthy smell. I smelled the rain coming before I saw the lightning or any rain.
If it wasnt for being homeless I would go and stand in the rain for a bit and let the worry and stress be washed away. 
It is scheduled to rain all week. I will have to wrap my tech bag in a plastic poncho till it dries out. I am currently without an umbrella which out be an easier means of staying dry. For now though the poncho should do. That and sticking to the routs I have been using to stay out of the rain as much as possible.
I'm taking this rainy week as a good sign for the future. With the prospect of a possible home and the week of rain ahead hope is high for my prospects.