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Happy Friday, Dear Readers, and welcome to flood country. Where I live, they’re forecasting a full weekend of rain…rain we definitely don’t need. The city has issued a basement-flooding advisory, and our rivers are still swelling well past capacity. I feel very sorry for the poor farmers to the south.

With rain in mind, I thought it would be fun to discuss the best way to spend a rainy day. How do you entertain yourself when there’s a downpour outside? Are you one of those people who does what you want, rain or shine, or are you more a “weather permitting” kind of person? How did you occupy yourself on rainy days when you were a kid? How do you entertain your own children?

How does the rain make you feel? Does it bring you down, or do you love the way the air smells when it rains? Any and all comments welcome. Stay dry!

As for me, the very best way to spend a rainy day is safe at home, snug in bed, with a great book, wonderful snacks, and two very cuddly kitties. I hate having to go anywhere when it’s raining, and cloudy skies make me blue, but if I can stay home and relax, it’s not so bad. A hot bath is always a nice option, too…especially if you’ve been caught in the rain.

But thunder and lightening storms make me want to write. I love working on one of my scary novels while there’s a terrific storm going on outside. It sets the mood and completely inspires me. I find it hard to resist.

Your turn, Dear Readers. Have a great weekend!

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  1. Anonymous

    I’ve always loved the rain, and thunderstorms. I’ve never been hampered by a rain-storm and if it’s a warm day and the rain is gentle there’s nothing more cleansing for the soul than a run in the rain. If it’s colder, then I love sitting watching the storm pass curled up with a blanket and a cup of coffee. Those are the days I wish for a screened porch because I love the smell of the air when it’s raining.

    I have wonderful memories of being at my parents’ cottage in the summer and watching the rain approach across the water. The wall of grey moving across the lake and then the sound of the drops hitting the tin roof.

    When I was young I used to beg my mom to let me go outside and dance in the rain… I loved the feel of wet grass between my toes and the weight of my hair, heavy with water, swinging back and forth…

    I also like the rain because then I don’t feel like I’m wasting a day outdoors if I have work to do inside the house. A couple days of rain helps me get all the little jobs done around the house.

    Hmmm…Strange that I can’t post as myself – can’t log into blogger today…~Lisa

  2. Chris

    When the air here doesn’t waft that pungent odour (lovingly labelled the “St. Boniface Stench” by locals) from the Loveday Mushroom building, it smells quite sweet when it rains.

    I’m even partial to the Zoo on a rainy day, when wet grass blends with soaked peacock and wet fur to create a unique essence.

    But my all time favourite has to be the lumber yard I spent some summers at in my younger days. There’s something about the smell of wet cedar and pine that sends my happiness gland into overtime. It’s an incredibly rich scent, redolent of nature, deep forest trails, exploration and freedom. For a time, I’m transported out of my job, out of my city, to a lush backwoods paradise as gorgeous as it is remote. Thank you, rain.

  3. Story Teller

    Thanks for your comments, Chris and Lisa. Lisa-I had the same problem with Blogger on Friday. I had to sign in several times before my profile was acknowledged. Hopefully they’ve fixed all these glitches.

    I love your story of the rain. It has a beautiful, poetic quality to it.

    @ Chris – why don’t we go out in the rain more often? 🙂 I had no idea you loved it so much!