But My favorite time? My impossible day? That happened years ago and it started as a very possible and not that all good day.
It was july and I had convinced my dad to take me to a nearby lagoon to go fishing. Our version of fishing consisted of him standing on the shore using a regular fishing pole while I waded into the water and tried my luck with a net. (There were a few times that I've caught more than him despite all logic.) Being july it didn't take long for me to get over heated but my dad was still having a good time so we stayed a bit longer. Then I started to get really hot and started to complain to dad. He asked if I wanted to go home or go to the playground nearby. I may have been hot but I was still a kid so off the the playground we went. As we got to the playground the weather started to cool down and drizzle a bit. As I always do I went strait for the swings. The rush of wind as I went back and forth always cooled me off so I didn't notice the temperature drop. What I did notice was that the rain got heavier to the point where I was soon soaked and the sound of thunder. It wasn't long before I was cold (not shivering but close), wet, and swinging high on a large metal object in the middle of a thunder storm. It was one of the happiest moments of my life.
Eventually the rain got so cold it turned to hail (or at least it felt like it) and I went back to the car. I ended up going back out for a little while more before finally going home. I've always enjoyed the rain since.