|jacket, Charlotte Russe dress, Munro boots, purse, belt: thrifted:: scarf: eBay:: tights: Target|
But back to the rain. My husband and I recently had a conversation about it, and he confessed that he is sort of enamored by the rain. It soothes him. It makes things quiet and pretty. He wouldn't mind moving to a place where it constantly rains. I, however, rage against precipitation. I grew up in the Land of Typhoons, where rain was an (almost) everyday occurrence between June and March. Seriously.
I will say, though, that naps are much better when it's raining. As is soup.