Toronto is having a beautiful, rainy day. What does beautiful mean … well, in my book there are three types of rainy days: drizzle rain, steady rain, and pouring rain.
I can’t say that I’m very fond of drizzle rain. It’s like the clouds don’t know what to do, rain or not rain. I don’t like indecisiveness. If you’re going to do something, do it and do it well.
Pouring rain I like, but only when I’m inside. I love it the way water runs down a window pain and how the rain makes little crowns in puddles. When I’m out and about, getting caught in a downpour is less pleasant.
That leaves steady rain, which I think is wonderful. I love those soft water droplets coming down, getting everything wet, washing away the dirt and leaving nature smelling fresh.
I always feel at my best on rainy days. The greyer the clouds, the darker the day, the better I feel. Rainy days are for curling up with a book and a slice of pizza; for watching a classic on TV with a bowl of crisps; or starting a writing project in the company of chocolates. Such a wet day is perfect for thick, hearty soup, with fresh, warm bread?
The only thing I don’t like about rainy days is the effect they have on my hair. I’m sure you ladies know what I’m talking about … fine, curly hair + moisture = frizz.
Okay, enough said …