Bracing moisture in the air

It's raining, oh its raining like its never meant to rain.
A rain to end all rains, and here I am, stuck inside the house in this ghastly weather.
It's not the romantic kind of rainfalls, no sir. No rainbows nor genteel breeze. It's only a shade darker than midnight and there isn't a singular drop of wind.
Clammy, humid, wet and noisy.
I woke up to the sound of cracking thunder, every minute there's a devastating sound of electric bolts going awry in the sky and with each doomsday sound the raging turmoil of thunderous waterfalls gets more intense.
Just the kind of day that offsets poltergeist activities or demonic hauntings, and would you believe if I told you that I'd welcome those with open arms and throw a succubus in the mix then open legs too.
Saturdays aren't meant to be so low on activities and there are *people* who're invested in spending an entire day worshipping the gluttonous gods of food and sloth fairies of sleep.
Laying horizontal while gorged with a never ending repast are apparently how Saturdays are often spent in this domus, excluding moi. No sir, I'm invested in a book.
There were plans for today, indeed plans aplenty..one that involved movies, a glorious brunch, a bit of shopping and a lot strolling..kaput of course.
But no skin off my nose, because here I am, cozy with a cup of water (perhaps I could change it to some fabulous ginger tea) and memories of smiles, laughter, jokes and gossips and of course ice.
Hearts galore.