‘Every day that it rains and I have keys in my pocket, I have a joy of life you can’t believe.’
I was listening to Public Radio this morning on the way to a conference. I tuned in at the end of a story involving an interview with a formerly homeless man. He’d been off the streets for ten years but remembers particularly well how miserable it was on the streets when it was raining. The interview concluded with the aforementioned quote (I think it is pretty much verbatim, but it was early).