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.
I'm the same way. I love rainy days.
ReplyDeleteOh dang, I've never noticed that, but the air DOES seem easier to breathe in when it's overcast and rainy! Odd.
ReplyDeleteThis was a lovely read. Thank you (:
"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."
ReplyDeleteThis is exactly what I think. Mindreader?
I'm so thankful winter is disappearing.