Perfectly Rainy Day

I gathered my fleece blanket around me, put on pajamas, and curled up in a big chair with a book and a good cup of tea. The rain fell in different tempos, different pitter-patters throughout the day. It was grey and blue outside, and there was no telling what time it was. Day passed into evening, and I periodically looked out from my window to see the deluge collect in promising puddles. I looked at you and you grinned ear to ear. We donned our rainboots and soaked ourselves silly. That night, we fell asleep with raindrops on our lips.