One of those days..

Rainy days. My favorite.

This morning I awakened into consciousness to hear the soft lapping of rain against the trees, the leaves, the roof, the soft Earth.

There will be no beach today, as previously planned.

I cannot go out and run, swim, or take a walk.

I cannot go to the park, lay out in the sun, or go pick flowers.

But I am still so excited.

There's something magical about a rainy day; something that automatically makes the house feel cozier and warmer, something that renders us more easily contented than before. The rain feels like a song sang just for me. It seems like the perfect day to curl up on my bed, light a candle, drink some hot tea, and read. I won't feel restless, I won't feel bored. For just a little while, the world has slowed its pace. Today is a happy day; today is a rainy day.