And it Stormed

There are certain experiences in life that you can not wait to happen. You think about them weeks before, begin counting hours on the day of, you find it is where your mind goes any time it has a free moment, as the time draws closer it's all you talk about and the last normal thing you do before it has no chance of being paid attention to, that's how excited you are, and then you go do it.
In most experiences like this I find myself "waiting for it to start" I have an example that I would like to share with you to make these concepts easier for you to understand. Note: this is not the experience itself, merely an example.
I'm going to an amusement park, I'm going with 3 friends and I'm not leaving until mid-afternoon. We have to pick up the 3 friends at different locations, and we plan to drive down to six flags and ride "Raging Bull", we plan to be there until the park closes and I do not have to work the next day(this is sounding like a great scenario, I should get some friends together.) In my mind, months away, my adventure would start when I'm done with everything and I head on home to get ready to leave. But when the actual day comes, once I get home, I am still waiting for the adventure to really begin. When I leave the house, then I am ready to get the party started, but we're still a few friends short. Even when all the friends are in the car, then the objective comes to be at the park, and yet when you reach the park you have to wait for that perfect feeling that you achieve after your first ride, then after that comes you need to wait for your cotton candy, popcorn, and endless drinks. Towards the end of the night, while you are no doubt enjoying yourself, you still are missing a certain something you assure yourself that it is the fact that you do not have to wake up in the morning, and hold on to that. The entire ride home, the talking, laughing, more food and music that is shared is delightful, but when you get out of that car at home you remind yourself that you don't have to wake up the next morning, the entire time while you're getting ready for bed, you continue to remind yourself of that fact, and somewhere you hope that you'll wake up before 7:00 so you can roll over and tell yourself that you don't have to get up. And only when the next morning comes and you get out of bed it is only then that you accept that the whole experience is over.
Is any of this at all familiar? The anticipation, the slight let down, the wanting it to be perfect? I have come to expect this from all of my adventures and never once has it failed me, until 3 weeks ago.

It was the perfect weekend, from the planning, to the driving, to the homework that I did early so I wouldn't have to think about it all weekend, to the friends, to the movies, to the food, to the sleep, to the conversation, to new quotes, to the no work, to the joy that we all shared, to the truly, truly, truly good times.
And my personal favorite, On that Friday night while I was sitting there watching my movie, eating 3 of my favorite foods, talking to intelligent people, knowing I didn't have to think about homework, knowing I was going to sleep in the next day, knowing that I was not going to work at all tomorrow, knowing that life could never get better than this, then and only then did it storm. When I heard the rain, I was hesitant, could it really be storming? My favorite weather was happening on my favorite weekend? It should have been sunny, to make me wish it could rain, we should have burnt my favorite food, just to keep me on my toes, we should have lost the movie and picked something awful in replacement. But none of that happened, I had a perfect weekend, one that will never be duplicated, but will always be appreciated.
I do not consider myself a warm and fuzzy person, but for me on that day I felt like there was nothing wrong in the world. Here are my warm and fuzzy thoughts: "The rain poured, thunder and lightning crashed, there were no birds in hearing distance, and flowers were nowhere to be seen." How can you possibly top that?

P.S. The above phrase (in quote marks) is taken from the normal, everyday, nonsensical approach to what should make us happy.
"The sun was shining, birds sang, and flowers bloomed."
And yes I know I added a phrase, it's called poetic license.