I love rainy days. Well. Three out of the four months that I lived in Wellington it rained, and I didn’t love it so much then. But as strange as it might sound, their rain was totally different (and it was cold to boot). I love the rainy days we’ve had lately– somewhere between just-warm-enough and deliciously cool (perfect for curling up in a light sweater with a good book and a cup of tea), and with none of that fine misty drizzle that infiltrates every seam of your clothing in five seconds flat (yes, Wellington, I speak of you). Nice big gentle raindrops. I love the quiet that accompanies an overcast day, and the mist rolling down the mountains.