Usually when one thinks of a rainy day one does not use the word fabulous. The standard for wonderful walks, hikes or treks are the ones on sunny days. Yet I believe the most memorable walks I have experienced were, in fact, on rainy days. There have many been walks and hikes in my life. Summer walks in the Alps and others along the shores of the east end. Special ones that come to mind occurred around Paris, France with my wife Cindi.While I am not a rainy-day guy, I do love the weather. Make no mistake about it, I definitely do not enjoy sailing in pouring rain or even drizzle. The fact is, the first time I ever sailed my sailboat into Three Mile Harbor it was pouring. To add to the misery, it was the only time in twenty years that I was stopped by the Marine Patrol to see my registration. This was while it was pouring as hard as can be. Somehow, I had the proper documentation in a waterproof pouch. What made the experience bizarre was that it was my first week owning and sailing my sailboat.