if I could sing....
There’s just something about a rainy morning that makes you want’a yawnnnn...‘n stay in bed ‘n say t’heck with going to school....or work...or, well...whatever....
It’s not quite the same waking up to a rainy morning, feeling all lazy ‘n snug ‘n slightly guilty for not getting up when you’re one of those old retired people ‘n you c’n pretty much sleep in whenever you feel like it....
The joke that almost ever’ newly retired person makes at least a few times is that every day is a weekend now....that ‘n the bad thing about being retired is that now you don’t get the holidays off....
Still, it’s hard to beat a lazy, rainy morning when the most pressing reason to go outside is becuz little dogs want t’go outside no matter the weather....well, old dogs not so much but, the young one still views the world as a place of great ‘n wondrful adventure with chickens ‘n squirrels....’course, if you’re a retired person with young grandchildren, they’re much the same as young dogs ‘cept they don’t run quite as fast....walking in the rain on a Saturday morning with a child gives you the chance to re-see the world as a great ‘n wonderful adventure with puddles of rainwater to jump in...
I’m not sure anything in the world is quite as satisfying as jumping up ‘n down in a puddle of rainwater....
Y’know, sometimes you just gotta wait until evening to find out how nice the day has been....
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