Weather
I like gloomy weather.
The wind blows frantically, ruffling the trees. It rushes past and I enjoy the sound it makes and the atmosphere it creates. The sun isn't shining in the sky, isn't blinding my eyes, isn't making me run inside. The gray clouds are soothing for some reason, not so bright and blue. Not cheery, but who needs cheery?The air is damp and cool--the best it could be. And the rain. Drumming against the ground. It's perfect.
If I had a choice, I'd rather live in a damp cave then in Georgia. I hate it here.
It should rain like this more often.
The wind blows frantically, ruffling the trees. It rushes past and I enjoy the sound it makes and the atmosphere it creates. The sun isn't shining in the sky, isn't blinding my eyes, isn't making me run inside. The gray clouds are soothing for some reason, not so bright and blue. Not cheery, but who needs cheery?The air is damp and cool--the best it could be. And the rain. Drumming against the ground. It's perfect.
If I had a choice, I'd rather live in a damp cave then in Georgia. I hate it here.
It should rain like this more often.