4/2/13

winter is dead.

We fell asleep to the sound of rain, pattering onto the sidewalk in the alleyway outside of our window.  It was what I consider a real, honest spring storm.  The clouds that enveloped our little valley made it clear that they had a lot to give.

Late this morning, the gentle rainfall started to let up.  Most of the people at work were relieved at the sight of sunlight, but I'm always hesitant to celebrate clear skies after a storm.  There is something appealing to me about dark clouds, the way colors are brought out and the air seems easier to breathe.

I find a strange comfort in rainy days.  I feel akin to steely gray skies.  The way they seem to reflect what is in my own mind.  Whether I'm unsettled or completely peaceful, the storm seems to empathize.




3 comments:

  1. Oh dang, I've never noticed that, but the air DOES seem easier to breathe in when it's overcast and rainy! Odd.

    This was a lovely read. Thank you (:

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  2. "I find a strange comfort in rainy days. I feel akin to steely gray skies. The way they seem to reflect what is in my own mind. Whether I'm unsettled or completely peaceful, the storm seems to empathize."
    This is exactly what I think. Mindreader?
    I'm so thankful winter is disappearing.

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