Rainy Days
As I sit here and ponder where my life will go, how it’s gone so far, what I want to do, I hear it. The soft starting rumbling with a deep crescendo to a huge boom. Thunder; a rainy day. A perfect day to lie in bed and think.
There’s something intriguing about a rainy day. How can something so gloomy and dark make thoughts so deep and people so inquisitive? After all, most people do love a rainy day.
What is it about the rolling and rumbling of thunder and the sudden burst of lightning and the heavy downpour of water that makes people think. Really think. About life, love, things that matter. Things that wouldn’t be thought of until a day like this.
Rainy days are the solitary comfort everyone needs every once in a while. A rainy day is like a good cup of coffee. Opens you up and warms your soul.