Rainy days

I love how much you loved a rainy day. There was nothing more cozy and wonderful than spending a drizzly day, just us two and the cats, holed up at home and enjoying ourselves.

We’d almost always start a rainy weekend day with a trip to get breakfast and coffee. Some days we’d go to a drive through to stay out of the rain a little longer, some days we’d eat wherever we were. Some days we’d sit in the car, listening to a podcast while we ate, so we could stroll around a nearby store afterwards. It always felt like we had all the time in the world. Looking back, we were spending on credit.

It always felt so relaxing to be together, with no artificial light, listening to the rain outside. We’d spend the afternoons playing games, reading, napping, just chatting. If there was a thunderstorm, that was even better, because it was something exciting to watch. In the evenings we’d watch something together, continue to chill out, enjoying each other’s company. At night we’d cuddle up close, lulled to sleep by the rain. I wish I could have thousands more rainy days with you. I’d give up anything for even one.

I was enchanted by your appreciation for something most people complain about. Living here, enjoying an overcast day is a surefire way to make life happier. It bothered you so much how people would go on and on about hating the rain, hating the clouds, having no energy. I started telling people to take vitamin D when they’d complain to me.

Now when it’s cloudy, drizzling, pouring, I share with others how much you loved that weather. How we enjoyed all our rainy days. I think about you all the time, and those rainy days are another opportunity to remember how incredible each and every moment we had together were. I cherish every one of them.

It’s supposed to rain tonight, and I can’t wait.