Yucky, rainy days taught me to appreciate the indoors as a kid.
We got our fair share of them where I grew up.
Ours was the sort of town you make rain jokes about, but we found certain ways to adapt to the rainy weather. I remember cold, rainy winter days that really taught me to appreciate a good book. On a cold, wet, and rainy Saturday, my father had already typically build a fire in the fireplace by the time I got up. Then we had our breakfast and I got myself a big cup of tea and plopped down in front of the fire with one of my favorite books. Besides the fireplace we had a heating system that was adequate at best. It certainly kept the vast majority of the chill away, but it was somewhat lacking, in some rooms more than others. The living room was always the coziest room, especially with the fire going. We did not even have a TV in the living room, believe it or not. We had TVs elsewhere, but my father had always wanted the living room to be a place of fellowship or peaceful contemplation or reading. Lucky that it was the coziest room in the winter then. I read many a book, curled up on the couch listening to the pitter-patter of rain on the window panes and roof. Despite the fact that I’ve grown up to have a house with a better heating system, I have never forgotten how cozy that living room was on a cold and wet winter’s day.