Proof of being a sour bastard.

I like the rain, no that isn't entirely true. I love the rain, and not just precipitation itself, I love the weather that goes along with it, cold, dark sky's. It is a sort of beautiful somber moment, when the rain is pouring and the wind is howling, complimented by the overall cacophony of the pounding rain. It is even better if it's a thunderstorm. To stand and watch lightning crackle through the sky with a thunderous roar is sight. I also enjoy the simple fact that so many of the perpetually happy people are completely put off by this natural occurrence. Most optimists are completely out of their element in the rain, they dont like it, they would rather it be sunny out. Because of that I've come to the conclusion that optimists cannot see true natural beauty, as they are blinded by a need for things that make them feel happy. Their Loss.