Raindrops keep falling on my head

Coming from the dry climate of Idaho and Montana, I was actually thrilled to watch the big thunder and rain storms here in Germany.  Some days there is only a little drizzle of rain, but other days, there are huge curtains of water drumming incessantly on the pavement.  Thunder booms and lightening streaks. It is awesome, awe-inspiring. It makes me want to sit outside all the time and drink it all in like my brothers and sisters and I did when we were younger during the rare rainstorms we would get. We'd layer on my dad's clothes, grab some umbrellas and sit in our backyard.

 After a couple of weeks of cloudy skies and seemingly endless rain, the world has been rather grey. I mean, I am still happy about the weather. I love the rain; but the world has felt so monochrome, I am getting rather desperate for color.  Really bright colors. And I know I'm not the only one. I've gone on many walks here in town and around town and something I've noticed in many yards is the presence of sunflowers.  Other flowers are also thrown in here and there, but sunflowers are a consistent favorite in this region.  I've never been particularly fond of the color yellow.  I can't wear it and though it is useful as a primary color, I just never cared for it.  But seeing the patches of sunflowers on every street. There's just something really exquisite about the contrast between the two-- the dark greys and the bright little suns.