Despite the usual dreary connotations, I quite enjoy these damp and grey days. Waking up in a warm blanket as the drops pound outside your warm, safe cocoon is cozy. As long as one doesn't have to spend too much time outside, the damp shivers are reminders of how wonderful warm food, drink, and clothes are. Rainy days make it easy to appreciate a good book ( I'm reading the goldfinch right now and it's whisking me away often). These days make me feel safe and content.
They are not without downfalls however. We have had to scramble and innovate to save as many clay bricks as we can from this unseasonable downpour. Tarps have been strung, ditches have been dug, and hopefully most of the bricks will avoid becoming shapeless lumps of red dirt Playdoh. The plants soak it all in, we shelter as much as we can, we take comfort in the warm things, and the rain falls on.