A nice, steady rain is falling: a perfect day for knitting and reading.
My bedroom is the best place to be on a rainy day. It's right under the eaves, so you can hear the rhythmn of the rain on the roof. There is a crab apple tree growing on that side of the house, so a good view of branches and leaves and the occasional critter. And it has, to be honest, a really nice energy to it: there's something relaxing and restorative about the space. If you are lucky, the cat will come and visit you there, letting you pet her or just hanging out on the window cell looking serene.
Plan for the day: get my hair cut, then try to come home after a brief set of errands and do Nothing (translation: read Close to Home by Peter Robinson while lying in bed and listening to the rain).