Such a great start...

So far the first few days of July have been super dee-duper gloomy (and I'm thinking, "Just GREAT! We're off to a fine start here). I'm talking the no rain, but rather overcast, dark, dull, and (dare I say it) cold kind of days.  Having the clouds look so swollen, dismal, and sunless is by no means esoteric. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that it should rain - SOON! I love it when the earth gets a good shower or two, and I'm fine with a nice storm, but when the cheerless days number more than two I start getting a little bit antsy. While I like sunny days and appreciate them greatly, I find rainy days  a breath of fresh air. I find myself ever looking to the days when I can read a good book in my sweats and have a nice hot drink with my pink fuzzy slippers while I hear the gentle "plink. plink. plink." as some sort of dreamy background music. Yet, as perfect as that sounds, alas, I cannot even begin to entertain the exemplary ideal when the weather maintains this listless, dull, and humdrum standpoint. Maybe we'll have a nice rainstorm tonight (hey, a girl can hope can't she?).