A lot of people in Syracuse hate the rain, but I think it's beautiful. When it's raining here, I find it nice and calming. I'm from Albany, and I've grown used to it and enjoy it. The poem made me think of rain in Syracuse and people's connections to it. This is my roommate's dog and this is my nephew, Andre. My roommate went to Corcoran, and she shows me all the things locals do in Syracuse, like the haunted stone crusher at Split Rock Quarry and Green Lakes. My nephew is only 3, but he's really invested in Syracuse and always wants to hear about it. When you have someone older that goes to a school and you look up to her, it's really cool to be able to say, “My aunt goes there!” So he definitely supports the team.