i love the rain.

i love feeling inspired.

and i love any excuse to throw on boots.

here’s something very melancholy about the rain…and yet i find it soothing.

i’ve had gordon lightfoot on repeat. he’s a cynic. i like that coupled with the rain.

rain is good for inspiration. or maybe it’s sadness? the rain made me nostalgic…and yet much to my surprise, i didn’t get stuck in that emotion. i guess i shouldn’t be surprised. i’m not meant to be sad. but something about gloomy weather has always made me gloomy on the inside. today is an exception. and why shouldn’t it be? after all, i have pink rain boots. and i love having an excuse to wear them.

i wish i could stay in bed and write all day. i believe that’s what rainy days were meant for…reading and writing.

i’m contemplative today. and i like it.