When it rains on a Monday morning, it's like the world stops functioning. It's like, on top of the fact that you have to deal with the weekend being over and that's it's a whole new week to slave through, the rain decides to funk up your mojo. I, on the other hand, love rainy days. My pits don't form a sweat crescent patch walking from home to the train station, my hair doesn't have the frizzies and I get to, on occasions, fish out my wellies, or like today, unearth my woollen snood.
The Postal Service on repeat on my iPod, trying to miss random puddles and potholes walking to work. It's blissful, rainy mornings. I love it.