It's a rainy day in the neighborhood.

And I never liked Mr. Rodgers 

There's something about a summer rain, ya know? Its inviting, refreshing, and downright snugly. This morning as I was dreading going to work {surprise surprise}, it began raining on me while I was walking up the hill. In this winter this would have been cause for a few muttered words and possibly a spoiled attitude {because I am way too sensitive to insignificant things evidently}. But the warm rain was a joyful blessing this morning. Followed by the downpour on my walk home as well. Figures. This evening is spent cuddled up in the coziest of beds wearing the infamous boyfriends v-neck {1 of 3 that I have} and listening to the drip drip drop as I pull the covers just a little bit higher and sip my sweet tea. I'm sensing a How I Met Your Mother marathon, followed by an uninterrupted sleep-coma until who-knows-when tomorrow. 

What's your favorite way to enjoy the rain?