Rainy Day Writing

Writing, Reading, Inspirations and Aspirations

Rainy Day Writing: Gratitude

Sometimes the sound of the rain pelting the roof at night feels like an assault.

Watching it slosh off the roof edge and into the gutters all day is cause for more frustration.

Where are the sunny days? Or even the sun-breaks?–those moments of reprieve that turn the lawn into a glittering green shag carpet and paint the skies with shimmering rainbows, like promises.

Another good day to stay indoors and try not to fidget too much.

Checking in on the Mt Rainier web cams is a study in black and white. The mountain is invisible behind its curtain of clouds. The snow is a soggy blanket clinging to everything but the black pavement. It’s a colorless and cheerless sight.

The perfectly plowed roads and parking lots at Paradise remain deserted. No one wants to climb those hills and risk those switchback roads today, only to be greeted by heavy wet snow, bitter winds and still more rain.

I know how Charlie Brown felt every time he threw his head back and yelled:


So it’s a good day to take stock of blessings. The things that make me comfortable on days like today:

A warm home with fresh white walls and trim.

A newly painted and organized kitchen pantry, full of food.

A silly love story of a novel set in the Cinque Terre, a great place to dream about on a day like this.

Thick flannel sheets straight from the dryer and fluffy pillows to lay my head on.

You tube tunes that comfort, distract and drown out the rain tones.


This evening I will crawl between those dry, clean sheets on a comfortable bed under a sturdy roof and be exceedingly grateful for the blessings of this home, this husband, this life.

Later on, when the door hinges squeak as Cosmo noses his way into the room, at his leisure, like he always does,  and takes his place on the rug at the foot of the bed, I’ll grin, like I always do, and snuggle down deeper into this life, with even more gratitude.

It’s a good life. The rain reminds me of that. So I’ll take it for now.

That won’t stop me from hoping for things:

A little sunshine.

A break in the weather.

A good meal, a dry place to sleep, and a reprieve from the struggle for those who are out in the rain tonight.

©2018 by Ilona Elliott

Me and Cosmo

The Author (on the right)












  1. If the rain inspires you to write posts like this, it can’t be all bad! Thank you. 😀

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  2. A good meal. A dry place to sleep. So love your close.

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    • Thank you David. Like a lot of us, I often wonder why I’m so fortunate and I think a lot about those who are not.

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  3. How wonderful to turn your thoughts on what is right-and good. Wishing you sunshine! love Michele

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  4. I think you expressed beautifully that the simple blessings in life are the best! And like you, I often wonder why I am so fortunate while others are not. It’s not like I am any more deserving – sometimes It seems so very random…

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    • I’m sure those who are less fortunate might wonder why also. It does seem random. I have no answer, just recognize it is so…xox


  5. The day you published this was one of the rainiest ferry rides I’ve ever been on. I couldn’t see Colman Dock until the boat was practically on top of it. Hope this finds you well, Ilona. Soaking up the rain along with the sunshine, undoubtedly.

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    • All is well. The sun has been shining all week. Back to rain for a while but the break was nice. Love that you get to use the ferry system Friend! Regards to you TF.


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