She loves the rain.

There was a girl who hated many things. One of them were rainy days. She hated rainy days, especially in the mornings. One can probably agree with her on that, right? 

But one rainy day, after a long and stressful day, she closed her eyes and listened intently to the sound of the raindrops upon her rooftop. She listened until, unconsciously, she fell into a deep slumber and somehow found herself in a land where anything was possible. 

She couldn't feel any happier in this wondrous place, where she discovered that she can do things like fly up into the stars or sit upon the clouds to watch the city lights glow. "How is this possible?" she asked herself. But nonetheless, she didn't care too much about her question because she was enjoying herself. She was so overjoyed that it felt real. And maybe it was real. Pure happiness, as she described her feeling. She never thought she'd find it. She never thought she'd ever honestly feel it. She felt amazing.

Then sadly, to her disappointment, she opened her eyes to the sound of the buzz from her alarm. "Oh, it was just a dream," she said. It's another typical day for her. She looked out the window. Another rainy day. "Perfect," she said.  
BUT she said this with a smile on her face.

WHY? Has she changed her feelings towards rainy days? 

Indeed, she has changed her feelings because she couldn't wait for the end of the day when she'd get to go back to that place where anything was possible.
"I guess rain isn't always so bad. I kind of love the rain," she told herself, smiling.

She loves the rain.

Goodnight. 
xo, J

P.S. I'm not sure about you, but for me, the power of dreams are wonderful sometimes aren't they? ;)