Every day that is received and experienced provides some kind of blessing, especially if it is accompanied by good health, friends and family.

But some days offer a premium feeling of satisfaction, like when you are able to reach with the back scratcher that spot that itches, and that pleasant sensation of relief pours over you — an “ah” moment.

The Carpenter’s song “Rainy Days and Mondays Always Gets Me Down” may be an anthem for some. This atmospheric upheaval produces lethargy resulting in eye closure, curling in a fetal position and securing bed linen over oneself, submission only accomplished if duty doesn’t call: like work, errands, doc appointments, children etc.

For me, overcast, rainy days — with rolling thunderous sounds exuding aggression, accentuated by flashes of lightning — offers an epiphany of inspirational power.

It is a breath of fresh air that stimulates my creative juices; a time for meditation, prayer, reflection, reading that book I have been wanting to tackle, remembering those promises I made but had seemingly been too busy to fulfill because of scurrying here and there during those sun-filled days.

The temporary shower cools us, provides a respite from stress, triggers calmer emotions, slows us down to a quiet clamor, and since visitation is discouraged by the downpour, my thoughts are uninterrupted. I can take time to write those thank you notes for small kindnesses extended, bringing a smile to someone else’s face.

I can cut off the phone for some “Me Time” evaluation, reviewing, goals, hopes and dreams and pondering life’s most important questions: why am I here and what is my purpose.

I gaze out of the window at the refreshment taking place as rain drops flurry in the wind; the recovery of green, the flecks of water on the newly open buds picturing the coming of Spring in all of its glory and I think to myself — I really love rainy days.

Think about it.

Peggy Ann Barnhardt lives in Salisbury.