The rain is back

The rain is back in a crazy, wild, sheets of rain falling from the sky, kind of way. The kind of way that makes a hole in your roof that was supposed to be plugged up tight, rain rain again, right onto your couch. The kind of rain that no rainbow follows.  Just rain, and then more rain. Though Rhett might look at me with skeptism and might say I am misrepresenting my daily moan and groan over the gray gloom outside, I do find some peace in the rain. It's actually quite lovely to wake up and quickly drift back to sleep to the rhythmic splattering of rain fall on the window pane, and to awake again to find it is after 9 am. I mean, only the rain can induce a sleep in anymore. And sleep ins are really quite lovely. And so I begrudgingly accept the rain, and embrace the coziness of being home, and though it's a slow onset, I do bask in the joy of completing little projects around the house that get done cause there's no where else to be. No where to go, cause it's raining outside.