The streets are covered in puddles. Windshields are covered in rain drops. A soft crash of thunder choruses through town. The crisp breeze cuts through my clothing, sending a chill down my spine.

I love it.

Waking up to a light or sometimes steady stream of rain drops made my week. It felt like fall. In all the years I can remember, fall never seemed to exist in Texas. We jumped from summer right to two or three weeks of winter then to spring.

For the first time, I did not have to go to Pinterest to see rainy windows or orange leaves. I got to see it in person.

The brisk 50 degree weather was perfect for sweaters and hot beverages. Being able to take advantage of a rainy afternoon to read a book and indulge in a nice, hot cup of coffee was ideal even though I probably consumed more than my fair share of caffeine…

Driving through the puddled streets, making splashes higher than my pickup truck, wrapping up in the fuzziest of blankets and being lulled to sleep by the constant patter of rain every night was the highlight of my week.

With all the good, there was some bad. The high temperature of the day might have been 50 degrees, but at 6:30 in the morning, the band members had to endure temperatures as low at 34 degrees. No matter how many layers of clothing, the cold always cut through. Monday through Friday, I had no feeling in my fingers until second period. Also, practicing with wet equipment put a damper on things (pun totally intended). Standing on a wet drum major podium was one of the scariest things I have done. My questionable balance and slick metal was not a good combination. After about the third time of losing my footing, it took a lot to unclasp my grip on the rails in order to conduct.

Even though the rain made our band rehearsals difficult and a little soggy, it did not change the fact that the rain was a blessing. It brought some serenity to a hectic week. It may even bring a white December…