Rain On The Roof

Why does it always seem to rain during daylight hours and ruin perfectly good days?  Days that should be filled with baseball games, picnics, boating, gardening, and other enjoyable stuff.

Okay, the flowers/crops need the rain.  I get that.  But the days are gloomy and depressing.
On the other hand, I love to fall asleep at night with the sound of rain on the roof.  It's kind of magical.  It lulls you off to dreamland in a peaceful way.

Mind you, I'm not opposed to an occasional night-time thunderstorm, either.  I love to watch the sky flash with lightning.  I'm not so keen on the wind that accompanies said storms.  I fear toppled trees that take power lines with them.  (Our little post office was hit with a tree during a storm just the other day.  Took out a HUGE portion of the roof--right where the customers stand to have their letters and packages weighed.  Scary!)

A recent weather report said we had a 60% chance of rain overnight.  Oh goody, I thought--another night of rain on the roof.  Unfortunately, the weather man, with this "predicting dartboard" was wrong again.  Come on, with all the supposed improvements in weather prognostication, you'd think they could get it right at least 50% of the time.  I know, I've crabbed about this in the past in respect to snowstorms, but they're apparently no better at predicting summer weather, either.

In the meantime, I do have a number of thunderstorm CDs.  I can play any one of them any time I please (which is just about every night), so I never have to be without some form of soothing, night-time rain.  But I prefer the real thing.

How about you?