I love a rainy morning like this. I feel like I have so much more freedom than I do on a sunny day. Why is it the case, I wonder? I guess it's because I'm definitely not an outdoor person and secretly and sometimes even proudly an introvert. I can be a hermit without guilt, so my plan for the day is to dive into the world of poetry.
Rain
Raymond Carver
Woke up this morning with
a terrific urge to lie in bed all day
and read. Fought against it for a minute.
Then looked out the window at the rain.
And gave over. Put myself entirely
in the keep of this rainy morning.
Would I live my life over again?
Make the same unforgiveable mistakes?
Yes, given half a chance. Yes.
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