I love those days when you wake up to heavy rain and you don’t have to be anywhere. It’s a great excuse to curl up with a book without any feelings of guilt that you are missing out on seeing or doing something.
The sound of the rain bouncing off the pavements, occasionally wandering to the window to see who is foolish enough to be venturing out, the joy of doing nothing. I probably enjoy it so much because when I’m traveling, I’m not good at doing nothing. I like to wander and explore, people watch and photo ops.
I guess what I should be doing on this particular rainy day is getting up to date with writing blog posts so that people can know what I’ve actually been up to but somehow the drumming sound of the rain does not seem to be calling me to work and instead there is a lovely thick book that is whispering my name from between its pages.