Bad Weather is Good
I love "bad weather." There is something fundamentally wonderful about looking out the window and seeing overcast skies and wet ground. I am quite looking forward to going out in the rain later and smelling wet earth. Though because of where I live it will be unnaturally warm (it is a well known fact that rain is supposed to be cold, don’cha know?).
I do so love such weather. Give me winter, snow, cold, and rain and I will be happy and energetic. Give me grey skies, nights of being covered in deliciously warm blankets, hot soup, and I will give you my absolute best. But give me a summer of clear skies and I'll be depressed and lethargic.
These are the sort of days (if it was proper and cool) in which one should get a blanket, a warm beverage, and sit around a fire with friends philosophizing and having deep conversations.
I do so love such weather. Give me winter, snow, cold, and rain and I will be happy and energetic. Give me grey skies, nights of being covered in deliciously warm blankets, hot soup, and I will give you my absolute best. But give me a summer of clear skies and I'll be depressed and lethargic.
These are the sort of days (if it was proper and cool) in which one should get a blanket, a warm beverage, and sit around a fire with friends philosophizing and having deep conversations.