Rain

Ever since I was a little kid, rain has always held a special place in my heart. The way it smells, the way it sounds, I love it all. I love waking up to the sound of rain outside my window and thinking, "Oh, it's gonna be one of those days, The kind of day when you realize that the days of swimsuits and ice cream are gone. When you take out the blankets you haven't laid eyes on in months, and wrap yourself in them, and they never leave your side all day. When your sweet-tooth settles for apple crumble instead of the ice cream it's been having for the past summer.
  Rain is when you pick out your favorite mug and make yourself a simmering cup of tea, or hot chocolate. Rain is watching from afar while the world outside gets soaked, and no matter how much you love it, you choose to stay inside. Rain is curling up on the couch with your favorite mug and your favorite blanket, breathing in the scent of your apple crumble, pretending that a world outside of the comfort of your own home does not exist.