I like rainy days when I can stay at home, put on some dope music, listen to the trickle of my fountain, brew a cup of coffee and read.
The thermostat in my crib is perpetually at 68 degrees. So I snuggle under a blanket on my favorite leather recliner and sip my French pressed coffee and read. Lights off except for a soft lamp light. Gentle pitter patter of the rain outside. Shades open so I can see the calming drops.
It’s so soothing.

You gotta realize I was practically raised in a library. Even the smell of books or rain releases feel good chemicals. I still remember the way my library in my hometown smells.
Just good feels all around.
I love life so much sometimes.
The thermostat in my crib is perpetually at 68 degrees. So I snuggle under a blanket on my favorite leather recliner and sip my French pressed coffee and read. Lights off except for a soft lamp light. Gentle pitter patter of the rain outside. Shades open so I can see the calming drops.
It’s so soothing.






Just good feels all around.
I love life so much sometimes.
