“Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.” John Updike
I guess you have to be sentimental to enjoy a rainy day. There is something that speaks to the soul when gazing at the monochromatic tones of gray clouds and silver puddles. Watching the dripping beads outside the window inspires quiet tasks and reflective moods. Maybe we will pen a great poem, savor a beloved book, or bake a crock full of scones.
The folks in London and Seattle have learned to adapt and flourish in liquid weather. Maybe that’s why these places turn out famous authors and aromatic coffee. They know the value of a rainy day is not in what you can’t do, but in what you can.