I love stormy days where I can just sit in my big leather couch with some tea. Pajamas still on at 4 in the afternoon with nothing to do but read or write. Days like this when the rain comes down in torrents, that crisp clean scent of wet earth coming through my window, are the days that make me love being the book worm that I am and having the profession that I have. Rain will wash away anything if you let it…it’s time to start fresh.