Rainy days are some of the most debated things that occur. People adore them when it’s a Saturday morning and you can spend the morning wrapped up in a blanket. People hate them when it’s the morning of an outdoor wedding -- even if the rain is good sign. I believe that rainy days are the best, no matter the equation.
The strange thing about rainy days is that the entire day seems to have this weird gloomy cloud over it, as if it is just begging for you to feel sad. But in actuality, this gloomy cloud doesn’t lead to sadness.
What I have found is that rainy days are perfect for two things: romance and thinking. Romance in the "Notebook" sense, is perfect on a rainy day because what is more romantic than kissing in the rain? Nothing, that’s what. Rainy days open up couples to the chance of doing some insane romantic gesture that will forever be remembered by both members of the couple.
For us single people, rainy days are hands down the best days to be by yourself, immersed in thought. The gloomy stimulus that rainy days cast have allowed me to reexamine my life some days and drastically change aspects I don’t like, and other times a rainy day is exactly what I need to get myself organized.
As this week of rainy days comes over my campus, instead of being slightly annoyed about a guaranteed chance of ending up drenched, I rejoice. What better way to prepare for finals than a week of self-reflection and cozying up with some cocoa and some study materials as the rain pitter-patters on the dormitory roof.
