The rain means something these days,

All these blank and tranquil years,
Seems they've dried up all my tears.
And while she runs free and fast
Seems my wild days are past

It rains a lot in Houghton, but it doesn't rain enough. It doesn't rain nearly as much as the place the rain makes me think of. It makes me think of the first time Joel leaned back on the rear legs of the chair in my pink bedroom and watched the unexpected rain drops fall down the glass. It was our first afternoon there, and the sun had been shining just a minute before.

"Well," he said, "that's London."