Last night it rained. I don’t mean little rain – it really, really rained. Like poured. And all I could think about was how much I wanted to be anywhere but here, and how much I wanted it to be summer and how much I wanted to twirl in it and cross something off that damn list of mine. If it wasn’t so cold out last night, I would have considered sitting outside on my porch watching the rain and reading banned book #2, but, there was a brutally chilling wind and, in all honestly, I was shocked to discover the rain and the cold and the wind when I ventured out of my room to go use the restroom, located two doors down from my room. Additionally, I am craving a summer thunderstorm. I’m ready for leave – is it May yet?