pretty rain

I love rainy days. There is just something about them that calms and relaxes me. This may have something to do with the fact that the first home I remember was in the Seattle, Washington area, where it rains. A lot. Gray, overcast days greeted me in the morning and in the afternoon. My second home had two seasons: wet and dry. Guess what it did a lot in the wet season? yep. It rained. A lot. As in every day. And I loved it. I loved our tin house (really, we lived in a tin house) and waking up to the sound of rain pelting on the tin roof above my head. I loved making cookies in the kitchen and looking out the window to see rain falling outside. I loved reading a book to the sound of sweet rain. I also loved running and playing in the rain. oh, it was glorious. My favorite was falling asleep to the sound of rain stepping on the tin roof over my head. The peaceful days of rain. 

Rainy days are wonderful, glorious days. Rainy, cloudy, overcast, gray days are perfect. 

Not that I don't like sunshine. Cause I do. I love it. But there is just something about those rainy days that I have a special love for. 

I say this because it has been raining here for the past week and it's supposed to keep on raining and storming and tornado-ing (which I am not such a fan of) for the next few days. Everyone at school is sick of it. I believe that's why I'm there. To show them the good in the rain : ) 

Anyhoot. I hope you all had a marvelous Easter! I got to celebrate the day with Hubs' family. It was loverly.