It is such a cosy feeling, to be inside a warm living room while it is raining.
I find the best thing to do when it rains is make oneself a cup of tea, and curl up on the couch with a book.
When it rains in autumn, I love to go out and get the firewood, putting on a pair of gumboots over my thick wool socks, and then running through the puddles to get to the shed. The wood is stacked in a pile, and it smells nice, like pine and musty old rooms. I select a few pieces and then run back in the downpour, to find that once I get back inside my cheeks are all warm and I feel so alive.
“Surely everyone is aware of the divine pleasures which attend a wintry fireside: candles at four o’clock, warm hearthrugs, tea, a fair tea-maker, shutters closed, curtains flowing in ample draperies to the floor, whilst the wind and rain are raging audibly without”
Rain is comforting. It reminds me of classical music and greystone church buildings.
