1. Sleep. And sleep. And sleep. I think that rainy days are absolutely perfect for sleeping. My room is cold and dark but it's not too cold for blankets and just dark enough for me to stare at the ceiling before falling asleep. I usually don't take afternoon naps but on rainy days, I sleep up to 2 hours. Oh screw insomnia. Sleeping on a rainy afternoon is a must.
2. Watch a tear-jerking movie. I watched 'My Sassy Girl' just now. It may be a bit cheesy if I'm not this sentimental but hey, it's raining. I'm feeling understandably maudlin today so it's the perfect condiment to my insistence on feeling sorry for myself. And Charlie and Jordan of course because they are too sweet together. I like the fact that it's autumn/winter in the movie and it kinda suits the weather here and it's all gloomy and stuff. God, I adore weeping on a rainy day.
3. Sit in front of the window with a mug of hot chocolate. Trust me, it's heaven on earth. But then, you need to be sober to do that. You can't sit there, just watching the rain without feeling bored if you're high. Personally, it's like a form of therapy or something. I watch the raindrops pattering onto my window and there's that sense of peace and... tranquility. It's soothing and stress-relieving. Especially after the heart-stopping results. (Not exactly heart stopping in a good way.)
4. Ooh ooh, I like this one: Listening to Ella Fitzgerald while lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. That's for after waking up from the 2-hour nap and feeling too comfortable to get up and do anything else. I love Ella. She has an amazing voice so smooth and rich and velvety you get goosebumps listening to her. Oooooh, I'm going to scream!!! It feels so good and your heart constricts and you wanna hug someone and never let go.
5. Cook. Pumpkin soup is nice. Or ham and split pea soup. Or French onion soup. And some garlic bread to dip into the thick, hot, gooey paradise. Dio mio, I can almost see the steam. And omg, chocolate chip cookies!!! Yum. Nibbling chocolatey-delight and wriggling frozen toes. Why hadn't I done this before??? And of course, lasagna. I actually like the beef one more compared to the seafood one. .
6. Writing poems. It actually comes easier than usual. Think about it; you have the mood, you have the dreary setting. What more could you possible ask for? There are a thousand things to write about the rain; there are a thousand things to write about how you feel about the rain; there are a thousand things to write about why you love the rain. Here's a pretty rain poem by Robert Creeley:
All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quiet, persistent rain.
What am I to myself
that must be remembered,
insisted upon
so often? Is it
that never the ease,
even the hardness,
of rain falling
will have for me
something other than this,
something not so insistent--
am I to be locked in this
final uneasiness.
Love, if you love me,
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,
the getting out
of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a decent happiness.
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