These beautiful rainy days flood my mind with memories and make me slow down a notch. There was a time I went to Virginia, and the day we arrived, it was raining. The hills were beautiful and green, with the sky as this huge purple fog. The roads were small, making the trees appear as huge umbrellas above us. The air had such a refreshing effect, as we drove with the windows down. Other flashbacks are the times I rode my bike EVERYWHERE. I remember my little group of friends, riding circles round the coul-de-sac, in the rain with out a care. One of my friends believed when it rained and there was sunshine at the same time, it was"the monkey's birthday"; some still say that, I guess- I know I do. :)