This morning I woke up to the sound to rain. Whereas this may fill many of you will annoyance, it gave me a cosy feeling of familiarity and happiness. I do love sunny weather, and a summer full of downpours disappoints me greatly. However, after a long spell of dry weather, I begin to miss the gentle (or sometimes quite aggressive!) pitter-patter of raindrops, gloomy light and sound of cars revving into puddles.
It's so cosy to wake up in a duvet cocoon, knowing that the rain clouds outside have well and truly opened, and that pulling back the curtains would reveal an overcast sky rather than a blindingly bright blue one.
When the weather is sunny and warm, I feel like I have to spend as much time as possible outside. In England, we can never been sure if a hot day is our last for ages! I feel guilty for retreating indoors to read some blogs or flop on the sofa with a cup of tea. In my mind, a rainy day justifies indulging in simple home comforts... reading whilst curled up in a blanket, watching an old black and white film (and giggling at the old fashioned, posh accents and archaic humour), or whipping up some treats in the kitchen.
My cats tend to stay indoors more when it's raining, meaning I get their company more than I normally would... and I bloody love cat cuddles. Gem has spent most of the day snoozing on a rough scrap of old carpet meant for the bin... why do cats choose such odd beds?! And Tabs is currently sat on the table I'm working at, probably in the hope that I'll get up and feed her, but it's nice to have her company nonetheless.
While the garden gets a good drink, my cats and I are enjoying a snug, indoors day under a cloudy sky. I'm crossing my fingers that sunny weather is on its way, but for now, I'm content to make the most of a rainy day or two.