Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head..

I can't decide whether or not I like rain.
Late at night, when the rain is falling hard enough to sound like the roar of the ocean, it's one of my favorite things in the world.
On a Wednesday like today, when at 5:30 it's impossible to distinguish morning from night and you have to drag yourself out of bed into the freezing cold, not so much.
But you know, maybe that's just me.