It is gray out.  The kind of gray that just calms me to my core.  My mother hates these kind of days but I love them.  Things don’t bother me as much on these days.  Maybe it is because they make me thing of rain.  I always love the rain and I have been wishing for it, not a light drizzle or even light rain but I full down pour, when the skys get ( Read more... )