I do. I love it.

I love the way it shines against the sky and reflects the soft clouds with a hard edge.

I love the way it falls in fat droplets onto thirsty ground.

I love when it changes the landscape, momentarily and without malice: I love discovering pools of water to splash in where there were none.

I love the way it taps at the roof; sometimes insistently.

I do NOT love the way it finds its way through the cracks and crevices of the new house, however. Drips forming on door jams. Threatening stains on the new walls. I do NOT like it.

Not.

One.

Bit.