I think rainy, cool mornings when I have no where in particular I have to be may be one of my favorite things.
Is there anything cozier than being curled up in a blanket, coffee in hand, reading a good book with the only noise being the gentle patter of raindrops on the window? Such a peaceful sound.
Perhaps the only thing greater would be snow instead of rain. Alas, I live in Oklahoma where Mother Nature is bipolar and we’ve had temperatures in the 50s and 60s all week. We’ve had two or three white Christmases since I’ve been alive, but they are rare and usually mean people can’t leave their homes for a day or two until it melts off the roads.
But this rain this morning. It is a refreshing rain. A cool rain. The kind you are grateful for because we need it but grateful if you don’t have to venture out in it.
A rainy morning to curl up with a good book.
A rainy morning to reflect on the past week.
A rainy morning to meditate and pray.
A rainy morning to journal and to write freely.
A rainy morning to sit and to just be.
I am grateful for this rainy morning.