I always love sunshine and beautiful mornings, that’s the very reason why I moved my entire bedroom to the section with the most windows. Hearing the birds chirp and watching the sun start at the floor, working it’s way up to your bare feet until finally it shines on you, letting you know it’s time to open your eyes. But sometimes, I just love waking up to rain. 

The room is lit like it’s still dusk, I hear raindrops racing down the drain that’s on the side of the house, and the grumblings of thunder is now my new soundtrack to start the morning. I consider rainy days like a Sunday, that one day where all you want to do is throw on your biggest sweat pants, catch up on your tv shows, and start a chapter in that new book you bought. It’s the only time when I don’t feel guilty laying in my bed until the afternoon. Everything can wait, and it’s the only time where mentally and emotionally I feel calm. 

Sunshine I do miss you, but you can become overwhelming when I have too much of you. Rain saves our marriage, it’s the separate vacation we go on so I can be reminded of how much I adore you and cherish you. So just because I’m spending my time admiring her clear drops splashing against my window glass, doesn’t mean I’m not anticipating seeing your ray’s bounce around my ceiling tomorrow. 

Sometimes you just have to wake up to rain and admire for what it is, instead of dwelling for what it’s not, and for me, it’s free therapy.