When the clouds bunch up over my yard and the sun takes time off, the thunder echoes in the distance and the wind whips up dead leaves. I sit on the front porch and watch the way that things get all jumbled up and how the rain just falls and hits the ground. Wrapped up in an old blanket, I let the chilly air pass by me. I am cozy in my favorite rocker and content with where I am. It is a time of reflection and coming to terms with who I am. This is how I find comfort on a rainy day.