Murmuring Rain and Underwear

As I was listening to the murmuring rain this morning in that dreamy state of gradually waking up on a weekend, I had the warm and fuzzy thought of running around outside through the gentle droplets in my underwear.

Unfortunately, life is not fair. If I were 4 years old, neighours would smile and giggle, but at my age, they would call the cops. . . 🙂