Rainy days are for coffee shops in the morning. They’re for warm croissants and hot tea. They’re for secretly wearing your comfiest pants that don’t completely look like pajamas, and are therefore socially acceptable for wearing out in public. They’re for headphones on, listening to your perfectly cliche rainy day playlist.
Rainy days are for reading that book you’ve been putting off because it never seemed like a good time to sit down and read. They’re for big comfy blankets. They’re for your most embarrassing wool socks. They’re for candles and leaving off all the lights in the house.
Rainy days are for leaving the curtains open. They’re for turning the TV on to your favorite sitcom and watching for hours. They’re for taking up the whole couch. They’re for your cat to curl up next to you as you fall asleep.