If people were rain.

Today I feel like making cookies. I'm still not sure if I'll actually make them or just sit here and think about it for a while...you know how that goes. I realize that I've already posted today and I'm picking up a bad habit of going days with-ought posting only to resurface and then post twice in one day...I need to stop that. Here I am anyway, for the second time today just because I have something I wan't to share with you.

When I was on Stumbeupon.com (probably the greatest thing ever) the other day, it brought me to a quote out of the book Looking for Alaska. I've actually read this book and I thought that it was wonderful. Here is the quote:

"I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch , to wrap my arms around her and sleep. … Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom buck, thinking that if people were rain, I was a drizzle and she was hurricane.”

-- John Green, Looking for Alaska

I think that’s a great quote, and the book is full of them. What if we were all rain? What would we be? Would you be a spring shower or a thunderstorm? I’d like to think I would be that hard, pounding rain that catches you at the end of August, washing away the heat of the day for an hour. Making you lean on the railing of your front porch in suspense of what will happen next.