“Banana Pancakes” is such a nice song. It epitomizes my feelings on a rainy day, and just playing or listening to it brings me to that wonderful feeling that comes with a cold, rainy day… like magic awaits.
And yes, I do mentally correct the last line, though I never say it out loud, because that -ly doesn’t rhyme… 😛
I normally love rainstorms…, but this has really put a drag on my steps for today…
Fitbit just might have made me even more crazy than I already was…, but it might also have been doomed ever since I was the one who put on that little bracelet. 😛
There’s something about rain that makes everything in life seem okay. Sure, when the rain is more like a torrential downpour that includes flooding all around town, things don’t seem so great. However, regular rain, rain like early this afternoon, with sunlight still visible here and there, that kind of rain is the perfect rain for life.
I never feel like a trapped kid on rainy days; I always feel almost liberated due to all of the creativity and possibility of life indoors for just one day. Board games and reading and art projects are a few of my favorite things, and rainy days tend to put them as the likely activities, removing the social expectation to be “more productive” with one’s time than sitting about, doing silly but fun things with ones one loves. Perhaps, too, I enjoy the fact that I can be certain that I am not “missing out” on anything out in the world when it is raining, because no one else it out doing anything either. Perhaps…
I remember a day a year and a half ago, when I lay on the floor with my cat, just hanging out while the sky released its water. We even went and sat on the covered walkway right outside the apartment door, watching the rain and the clouds together, smelling the sun-touched rain and its clouds. That was a beautiful day.