Do you want to know what the best thing ever is? I'll tell you.
It's running outside in your bare feet to take clothes down off the line before a rainstorm starts.
The sky is pale and murky and it hasn't rained in weeks. You have that thrilling feeling of trying to get something done before something else happens. You want to get the clothes inside before they get wet, but at the same time you get all tingly with the dramatic thought of being caught in the middle of a downpour. The air smells sharp and heavy with moisture, and the wind blows stiffly at your hair and your clothes.
You see raindrops appear on the floorboards of the deck as your bare feet run across to get inside. You hear thunder in the distance, deep and mellow and comforting. You see the treetops dancing, and you know they're as excited as you are. Then the rain starts, all at once.
In a word, it's wonderful.
It makes you grateful for clean laundry, grateful for clotheslines, grateful for rain, and grateful to be a live. That, friends, is the best thing ever.