Last Thursday around 11am ~
Raindrops splash against the pavement, compose a drum solo against the roof of my car. I'm in the high school parking lot, waiting for my daughter to finish track practice. I've called my mom, texted a friend, and sketched out my plan for the day. Stan Getz plays mellow jazz on my stereo.
Although a dozen to-do's clamor for top billing in my head, I tune them out. There's something lovely about a wet, early spring day, and the way brown and gray branches contrast with the drippy white of the sky.
I imagine steaming mugs of coffee or tea, cozy blankets, cracks of laughter with my sister. A fluffy cat on my lap, the latest Karen Witemeyer novel in my hand.
But I'm in a parking lot, and I don't mind. I'll spend a focused hour later to catch up on my revisions. My son will go laser-tagging with a bunch of buddies, and I'll drive my daughter to the mall. We've been cooped up all spring break, and we're eager to escape.
For now, I relax into the music, watch the rain, and breathe.
Do rainy days speak to your soul?
Have an amazing Monday!