Rainy days. rainy days, I will not ask you to go away, in fact I ask and I beg, to please come and stay, instead of visiting another day. These days are made for warm tea and coffee, a good day for a soft symphony, to relax in bed, or to find a good covering for your head, as you dash quickly to where it's warm, from the scattering storm. I dripping melody, with the occasional boom, of the sky's drum, harmony, a bath, a shower for the Earth, natural luxury. A much needed cleansing, for the ground we walk on, needs relief, needs a drink, and always a heavenly blessing.