Nature abhors purity

From Waiter Rant, a blog I love reading:

Outside my window it’s raining a hard cold rain. I feel sorry for the garbage men. I remember reading somewhere that rain droplets condense around particles of dust high in the atmosphere. No dust, no rain. No rain, no nothing.

I smile to myself. Sometimes you need a little dirt in order to live.

Two lines I like here. First, “…you need a little dirt in order to live” and second about the rain, “Outside my window it’s raining a hard cold rain“. I have always wondered how rain is soothing at times and at times harsh. Wierd, how words modify the same thing to represent two totally opposite emotions.