I love rainy, misty days. Perhaps it’s the melancholy side of me, but I love the half-sad, reflective mood of drizzly days, which is a bit of a conundrum – days like these make me happy to be sad.
I especially love these days when I have nowhere to be, nothing to do, and can just sit, curled up like a contented cat, with a good book. Today is not one of those days, but I am pretending it is.
Always one for ambience, I also love to play slightly sad songs as rain patters overhead, creating an external rhythm and beat.
Rainy days are my days for dreaming, for reaching for the stars, though hidden by misty skies. For thinking deep, philosophical thoughts, for refreshing my soul, for washing away the hum-drum of everyday life with the clarity of the fresh-faced rain.
I just love rainy days. Let the dreams begin.