And I'll admit that I am enjoying the sunny days between as Jet and I get to run outside and play, play, play. Digging, gardening, weeding, swinging, and stuff. I even sawed broken limbs off the trees and patched them with sprayable tar. They needed it after the heavy snow storm in March.
The rain often has a little thunder and lightning with it, which is actually very pretty. (okay, so one lightning strike hit an oil pump in Weld and it was pretty spectacular, but it was also pretty quickly contained)
But the best thing is that all the grass seed that John and Jet and I frantically raked into the ground during the huge, two foot snow storm in March is now coming up. Thin, pale green blades of grass piercing the thick clay of our yard, especially in the huge bare patch that the landscaping guys' trucks left after they did the rockery last summer. It's beautiful to see. With the ground soft and wet I've even been able to run around and dig up dandelions with abandon. It's wonderful.
Every time it rains on Jet he looks up with wonder and says, "Water!" Hee.