Raining...

A heavy rainy day. I read books in the cold pale room all day. Laying between the warm blankets. Holding a hottie covered by fluffy bear.
I love heavy rainy days. If it's light rain, you would have to be torn between staying home or going out because you know that there's always fun out there. However, if it's heavy, you have no choice but staying home gracefully. With no regrets. Also light rain doesn't make much noise but heavy one has a sense of nostalgia, and I love it.

By the way, when it's light rain, I would go out, personally. Because there is another taste of nostalgia in the steaming world.