I do love a rainy day. Perhaps it stems from growing up in an area that had very few. It did rain, but usually in the passing shower or isolated thunderstorm kind of way. How I treasured those rare occasions when it poured all day long. They were always about the inside: making soup, baking, crafts, finding a cozy spot to curl up and read. I'm still energized when I wake up to soft grey light gently filling the room and the sound of rain drops outside. Colours are brighter, ideas more vivid. A new rain coat doesn't hurt either.
*Gordon Lightfoot, of course. Lyrics here. Oh, just buy the album.