If rain were a comedian, it’d say, “You know you’re in a storm when the clouds get a sense of humor and the thunder claps like a drum solo.” Then it’d laugh and drizzle a little joke on the pavement, saying, “Why did the raindrop go to school? To get a little precipitation in its mind!” It would pause, smile through the mist, and remind us that even a joke can be as soft and hopeful as a gentle downpour.