Maybe its the gloom.
I love to sleep in pitch black, and cold rooms. My wife jokes I’m part vampire.
Maybe its from growing up for a time in a 2 room cabin with a tin roof.
When it rained, no matter how light or how hard, my eye lids could not stay open to save my life. Was just so relaxing.
Maybe its from working construction jobs when I was in High School. When it rained, we stayed home.
Whatever the reason, rainy days, I want to stay home and curl up in bed. Or sit on the porch with a cup of coffee and just watch it rain.
Listen to Rainy Night in Georgia
Yessir. Rainy days are probably my favorite day.
And I hate being at work when it rains.
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Dangit man, now you got me wishin it was raining here, I love bein on the front porch with a cup of coffee (blended by me) and watchin the rain…