Rainy Sunday

I love a rainy Sunday. It allows me to stay at home staring behind a glass window, watching every rain drop falling gently on the ground outside. It gives me an excuse to stay at home to enjoy a day of quietness and peace, without feeling the guilt of not socialising at a bring and braai. It brings a sense of freshness and renewal to my mind, giving me a clear perspective of the things I ponder upon. It encourages me to listen to my favourite music louder than usual; the tranquil backdrop modulates the loud music in the foreground. It motivates my husband to toil in the hot kitchen for a delicious lasagne without moaning about the heat too much. Life is good on a rainy Sunday.