I love the rain, and I love rainy days. I love the quiet introspection, the feeling of comfortable solitude and the smell of wet dirt in the air.
Once I became a mom though, I quickly realized that the whole ‘quiet introspection’ aspect wasn’t exactly possible with an energetic 3 year old practically bouncing off the walls demanding attention.
So now, rainy days are more about messy indoor play rather than quietness or solitude, but oddly enough I don’t think I mind at all.
Who needs solitude when you have a feisty little mini-me to keep you company!