We tend to pack our days with yard chores, outdoor activity, social events, volunteering, etc. Seldom do we get up in the morning and plan nothing. Zilch, nada, nothing. Then, checking in with our weather source, we see the spreading green blob of precipitation heading our way. What now?
The most pleasant days can be spent relaxing under the tin roofed porch, curled up with a great book, listening to that rain softly beating rhythmically on the roof. We reflect, we meditate, we lounge, we create emptiness in our overworked minds. The planned activity slips away into oblivion as we take a tour of what’s happening within. Sometimes we actually connect with moments of clarity and insight. What a perfect way to spend a rainy day!
Life can be a continuum of well spent rainy days or it can be a rush of forced activity. It’s our choice.