Woke up to a gloriously gray sky and the soft sound of the wind sending rain towards my window.
I sleep in on most days like this – not because dreary days tend to get me down, but more because I find myself winding back to how a rainy morning feels. The startup is slow, but after a little while, I get the urge to push myself to do something – like write or grab an umbrella and go out for a walk.
There’s just something that gets me about the rain. The sound, the smell, the sight of it all. If catching a cold wasn’t in the equation, I’d probably just go and stand out in it for hours.