That feeling of waking up to the sounds of rain beating on my window and no place to be it is pure joy my friends. I find myself rolling back to sleep like a little kitten. When I finally get hungry, I slowly move to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast; it doesn’t matter what time of day it is breakfast is always a good idea.  I love days like this time slows down and the peace in those soft moments watching the world pass me by it’s so priceless. In moments of silence I find myself more Intune with myself.

The gifts of rainy days:

·        Time to read those some of the books I have been hoarding.

·        My seven or eight cup of time (who is counting)

·        Finding a really great TV drama/movie to watch

·        The smell of my favorite candle

·        Music playing in the background well reading or just people watching