It’s raining. It’s raining and storming. It’s a rainy, stormy morning. It’s a rainy, stormy morning and I am at work.
Don’t you just love rainy, stormy mornings when you can lay in bed with the covers pulled up and your head perfectly nestled in the feather pillows? What’s better than that is when you know you don’t have to be any particular place at any particular time. *sigh*
Then that moment comes when the rain stops, the sun comes out and the cozy morning ends. In that way, it’s kind of like cold fries, or Monday night after a long weekend. Disappointing.