Catharsis and Contentment

I am convinced that there is not much more satisfying than reading a good book on a stormy day. There is something so beautiful about the sky opening up and a soul letting out a deep sigh. The sky’s catharsis and the soul’s contentment. There is something about a warm, dry room with a view of a cold, wet world that feels safe. As the sky cracks and clouds roll, there is a world inside a world. The magic of a story is easier to imagine when accompanied by the percussion of rain. I can put myself in Sophie’s World and let the garden of my mind be watered. I am lulled to sleep, carried on a thundercloud.