How far will one girl go to avoid stepping in a puddle?

I continue to declare my love for the rain. Even when the gutters are pregnant with it, swollen up and overflowing. Even when I have to yank my jeans up over my knees to avoid getting them dunked. Even when it brings difficulty. When else will I ever have cause to do that little dance of duck and cover. When my jeans are wet with the rain, I'm especially grateful for a warm pair of socks.

Last night, I got to hover in several of my different worlds. I realized that I am grateful to have so many disparate circles of friends. And I noticed that I am not always happy when I realize it's time to go home.