-- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
If you're caught outside in it, your umbrella flapping wildly, your pant legs soggy, you likely won't love rain so much as I did today. The wind beat a steady wallop of the wet stuff against the windows, thrashing the branches of the barren trees, and making me thankful for my warm cup of tea and dry feet.
This is the time to draw in, to find the softest corner of your favourite chair, and hug your Darjeeling while the world clashes around outside. It is the best of excuses to close the door on the world, even for a little while.