Reading on a rainy day is different from most other days. For example, on a sunny day, there’s incentive to go outside, to travel, and to socialize. We’d rather enjoy the weather, go to the beach, or to enjoy a day of hiking rather than to stay inside.
Even on a cloudy day, we can still enjoy the weather. Despite the drabiness the gray weather brings to the forest or city, the temperature might be cool, pleasant. There’s still opportunity in the outdoors.
But on a rainy day, putting on a jacket, grabbing the umbrella, or driving on the wet roads can be a hassle. And to do any sort of outdoor activity would be out of the question unless there is some urgency to it.
Thus, on a rainy day, books beckon us to open them. Safe and dry from the rain, we leaf through the pages without noticing the minutes and hours that pass. As the rain trickles down the windows and leaves, our mind can be elsewhere: in a far off galaxy, in a world of dragons and mages, in a different part of the globe, or in a different time period.
The rain no longer rings in our ears. A whole world has opened before us–a world in which space and time has a different reality from our own.
Fallton Havenstonne 