We’re in the middle of quite the deluge here in eastern PA. I woke this morning to a full-on thunderstorm, which made me very grateful that this was a morning I could just stay in bed thinking for a while. My children obliged by sleeping late. And why not? Gray mornings are great for that sort of thing, a good reason to be 4 and almost 2 — and not have to go anywhere. All this water has turned the grass a rather emerald shade of green, set against the trees’ darkened, damp bark. Rain tends to make things clearer.
In my mind, these contrasts make rainy days good for contemplation. They’re good for curling up and reading, or for staring out your office window at the water. Hey, if people think big thoughts staring at waterfalls, then perhaps water rushing out of the gutter can have a similar effect. They’re good for brainstorming items for your List of 100 Dreams, for writing that end-of-year performance review (in August!), for contemplating the ceaseless changing of seasons, as summer wanes and those first leaves will soon start changing colors around the edges. Once upon a time, we used rainy days for playing in attics, make believing all sorts of scenarios for our lives. I still think they’re good for that now. What do you like to do on rainy days?
(Photo courtesy flickr user wheat_in_your_hair)