Creature Comforts #1 - Rainy Days

I know it is summer and we’re all supposed to be relishing the sunny days that we are gifted with for these three-ish months of the year, but for me, give me the warm, grey rainy days any time.
It’s certainly not to say that I hate the sunny days by any means – too many rainy days in a row has me hankering for the sunshine – but since I tend to get sunburned, no matter what I do, I’m usually in the shade on those beautiful, bright days.
To me, rainy days are perfect.
Especially during the summer, when they’re warm rain, not the frigid stuff that falls every other time of year. I always see them as natures benevolent “go-ahead” to lay around the house, and take it easy. I have so many fond memories of spending a day in comfortable clothes, reading all day, or throwing myself a solo film festival. I’ve created entire mixes of music or bought certain albums based on how they play on rainy days (jazz is always a good way to go – especially Keith Jarret’s The Melody at Night, With You – but James Taylor and Bruce Springsteen are also great choices). I’ve done some of my best writing with the clouds as my only company, and I defy you to come up with a better sound to lull you to sleep than the pitter-patter of rain falling on the roof.
As has so often been noted in literature and in films, the best things that happen to a person don’t take up a whole lot of space in the description, but the horrible things go on for pages and pages. Such is the case here; I love rainy days so much, but I cannot fully articulate why. They just feel right, too me. In one of my favourite songs, Norah Jones sings, “It never rains when you want it to,” but when it does, enjoy it.