Thus far, this week has been a wash. A wash of rain. Grey skies, cold wind stripping the leaves of the trees, and a steady beat of stinging rain.
I am grateful for the rain, for the reminder to get creative with formerly outdoor activities, for the chance to slow down and listen, for the change in seasons, for knowing that not even the worst weather can hold out forever.
Longfellow said it best:
“The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.”
