Rainy days are made for a pair of comfy sweats and a long sleeved sweater. They're made for snuggling on the couch with a good book while a crock pot of soup competes with an oven of bread for The Best Scent category.
Rainy days are made for losing yourself in a story, looking up on occasion to stare at the water snaking down the windows paint the world with a liquid brush. They're made for worlds in our minds, daydreams, and fantasies.
Rainy days made are for popping, crackling logs sending out waves of warmth that soak into your bones. They're made for sitting in front of a fireplace until it burns your skin in a delicious, shivery heat.
Rainy days are made for old movies and buttery popcorn. They're made for giggles and everyone sitting on the same couch cushion while the world outside is muted.
Rainy days are made for long naps on a freshly made bed where the cool down comforter cradles you while a thick knitted throw weighs you into sleep. They're made for dim light weaving its way through blinds.
Rainy days are not made for sitting at work.
If I could, I'd call the day due to rain. "Rain cancels!" I'd announce as the dark clouds tumble into view. The roads would empty and our windshields would be clear of oily spray. Shoes would sit by the front door, clean of mud. Umbrellas and jackets would hang on their hooks, dry and not dripping. The world would quiet and still as we retreated to our caves.
And we'd all know what rainy days are for.
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Simply lovely. I wish it were viable in an Oregon winter. . .
I'm not an outdoorsy type of person (we all know that, right?) Some of my most wonderful memories of my childhood involve rainy or snowy days, my mom and I wrapped in our own blankets and our own books, on the same couch. Sigh. I love those days.
So true. I feel immensely blue when I drive to work on a rainy day. I always feel like my time would be better spent under my Great Aunt Gertrude's hand knitted wool blanket with a mug of tea in my hand and a book in my lap.
Sometimes work really gets in the way of my priorities!
It does! And having a great aunt's hand knitted wool blanket would just make the picture complete.
I loved reading with my family when I was a kid. Each of us in our own worlds but still connected.
I grew up in Washington so know the idea of taking every rainy day off would pretty much mean taking every day off. :)
I'm reminded of Seinfeld, where Newman wouldn't deliver the mail if it were raining . . . and this seems a perfectly valid reason to not head into work.
The problem, if it were me in charge of declaring when rain cancels is that I'm always in the mood for a good snuggle by the fire . . . which means I'd cancel on account of fog, or cold, of humid, or "too damn sunny"
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