Some days are just meant to be rainy days. The days where you lounge around the house – reading books, writing books, and chatting with friends.
I never accomplish much on these kind of days, but somehow it just doesn't really matter. Maybe partially because I'm still recovering from an awesome linkup (haha) and Christmas chaos...
Once I decide that I need some fresh air and outdoorsy-ness, I go on a walk with Mom and my little blond fellas. (Dogs. They are dogs.)
The rain has stopped – for now at least – and the world feels clean and fresh. Like God just looked down and decided that our nook of the globe needed a shower. So He sent us one...or two...or two whole days of it.
The rain clouds leave the mountains blanketed in the beautiful fog and mist. The tree limbs seem so stark and bare against the sky.
That's our house down there...the brown roof... :)
The dead brown leaves curl and cup to hold the rain water. As if they're trying to cling to the feel of it and keep it as long as they can. Like the way I want to absorb and savor the feel and comfort of rainy days.
The 'haunted'-looking old house above us...maybe I'll write it's story one day...
These are rainy days. These are good days. Maybe not the best of days, but good days just the same. They are restful and relaxing. Clean and refreshing. Maybe, within all of this, is the reason why I love rainy days so.
What are your thoughts on rainy days?
**All pictures are my own.