In Praise of Rainy Days

It’s our first truly rainy, chilly day in Pennsylvania after a sweltering summer. And it’s glorious. I find myself find in cozy socks with a warm beverage. I dream of a hot bath to fend off the chill. I hear the rain falling and the water gushing from the gutters and drains around the house.

It’s an invitation to write, to think, to pray.

The rain keeps us inside. I’ll make a warm meal, light candles, and nest in the living room as the night settles around us.

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