Stumbled out of bed in the early morning hours. I thought I heard the familiar tapping of rain on my window, but in my fog of half sleep I dismissed it. I wasn’t sure if the darkness in the room was from the curtains or clouds outside, not wanting to get my hopes up I decided not to further investigate. Poured a bowl of cereal and turned on the TV. Grey day. My old friend the rain was dripping outside my window. I turned the station to an old black and white movie staring Carry Grant and settled into my bowl of honey nut cheerios. I love these days when the darkness holds you and wraps you in its cool grey warmth. The rain, the familiar pounding and clear reflective grey. Life is coming back to earth. The snow is crying into the gutters and the land is becoming rich with water.