Assuming I don’t have to go out in it, I love a good rainstorm. The overcast skies give me a reason to turn on warm lamps inside. The distant rumbling of thunder makes for a nice bass line to the background music of the rain. When everything is slow and quiet and waiting, that’s when I feel especially comfortable.
I can’t help but meditate on the grace of a sound house with a good roof. I appreciate my own effort to get groceries bought and unloaded before the front moved in. I give thanks for the wonder of central air, at the touch of my fingers, that keeps my surroundings at just the right temperature year-round. I enjoy the lack of pressure to go, do, achieve, experience.
I love a reason to pull the covers up and sleep another hour, knowing it just doesn’t matter at all.
Give me a day with no obligations, a good book, provisions in the fridge, interesting stuff to watch or do, and a couple of pets to remind me to nap.
Then let it rain.