There is really nothing more tranquil then a rainy morning. There is something about the sound of rain, which trumps all city noises. The bed is cold and instantly becomes a magnet for anyone. A strong one. Of course, having said all that, there is nothing much more grouchy than having to go to work on a rainy morning.
The responsibility of going to work literally tears me from my bed. First grouchy moment.
The wet wet wet journey to work. Second...third...fourth...n grouchy moments....
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