Dance in the rain

The rain has been plentiful this summer in Western North Carolina.

It seems as though the rain always has a way of ruining someone’s day. I never want to wake up when it rains. The days linger when it rains. My hair gets frizzy when it rains. And when we were children, the rain was the only thing that stood between us and the great outdoors.

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