It's one of my favorite kinds of day. Raining. Dark and gloomy. And it makes the house seems warmer, cozier. A book seems like the best entertainment in the world.
I love the sound on the roof.
I love that grass and trees and blooms are growing happily.
I love that everything will be washed new.
I love the solace that comes from sustenance.
It's just wonderful. And cozy. And dear.
I should make soup!