Rainy Days

Some people love them and some people hate them. There doesn't seem to be an in between opinion on rainy days. I wonder why that is particular to that kind of weather. I'm on the side of loving them. Not necessarily thunderstorms or having to drive in bad weather, but the soft kind of gentle rain that falls lightly on the earth, almost without a sound that makes the whole world seem still. 

It's that dreary gray sky that makes home feel so cozy. It's that chill in the air that makes the fireplace so inviting. It's that wetness that clings to your skin that makes coffee or tea so soothing. I believe herein lies the answer. It's almost as if the rainy weather pushes us towards the opposite. We seek refuge from the rain and that refuge is in the happy things of our home. It keeps us "in." In a world that's bustling and in constant motion, the rain sort of creates a pause.

Snow does this too. The hush that surrounds nature when there's a crisp layer of fresh snow can be deafening. There really is no more peaceful landscape than a walk through a forest after it snows. Weather can be on both ends of the spectrum...destructive like natural disasters and harmonizing like a sunset. I think either way it shows majesty . . . and something majestic is something with power both to hurt and to heal.

Next time you look out your window on a rainy day, let it remind you that "life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about dancing in the rain."