I wake to the sound of rain; for a moment, I think my ceiling must be leaking again, but this is a much better sound. The sky is dark and soon the rain turns to snow, then back again. I burrow into my bed, pulling the blankets close around me, and wiggle in sleepy happiness until the alarm interrupts my reverie. But no matter: I am still sleepy, and happy, and it is still raining. I can't really ask for more.