Rainy Sunday
Tonight it's raining, and it's pretty cold. I just got back from doing homework with Gabby and Candi, and I have to admit, despite the circumstances, I took my time walking from Poland to Rita Bole. I was thinking, as I lagged through the abandoned campus, about why we tend to not appreciate nights like tonight. What can't be perfect about a cold and rainy Sunday night?
On the way back, I stopped and stood at the pond for a little bit, and just enjoyed everything that was emanating around me. The rain steadily hit the ground, almost to a beat, and the sky was pretty unforgiving to the stars (as such on a rainy night). But yet, the clouds seemed to move perfectly in a way that allowed the moon to constantly illuminate the ground beneath it. I could hear the rain making a subtle thud against my jacket as I stood there, threatening to soak me if I didn't continue back to my room. I didn't move at all though, I just stood there.
I started thinking "Why do people hate nights like tonight?" I'm guilty of hating bad weather at times (like before a game), but what's wrong with it otherwise? I had no plans walking back. I just wanted to make it to my room. It was perfect outside. The trees whisked as if it were competing with the sound of the rain, the moon lit the sky and ground just enough to keep my curiosity, and the breath that fogged from my mouth reminded me that I was, in fact, experiencing this rainy, cold night. As perfect a night as any night can be. The great thing about a rainy night is, even if you feel isolated, you still have a companion if you just walk outside. It's hard to appreciate life if you think of something as good as a rainy night to be a burden. I'll take it with as much appreciation as I would a starry, warm night.
I had a great day today, too. And an even better night. If rainy Sundays leave me going to sleep with a smile on my face, I'll take them for the rest of my life.
On the way back, I stopped and stood at the pond for a little bit, and just enjoyed everything that was emanating around me. The rain steadily hit the ground, almost to a beat, and the sky was pretty unforgiving to the stars (as such on a rainy night). But yet, the clouds seemed to move perfectly in a way that allowed the moon to constantly illuminate the ground beneath it. I could hear the rain making a subtle thud against my jacket as I stood there, threatening to soak me if I didn't continue back to my room. I didn't move at all though, I just stood there.
I started thinking "Why do people hate nights like tonight?" I'm guilty of hating bad weather at times (like before a game), but what's wrong with it otherwise? I had no plans walking back. I just wanted to make it to my room. It was perfect outside. The trees whisked as if it were competing with the sound of the rain, the moon lit the sky and ground just enough to keep my curiosity, and the breath that fogged from my mouth reminded me that I was, in fact, experiencing this rainy, cold night. As perfect a night as any night can be. The great thing about a rainy night is, even if you feel isolated, you still have a companion if you just walk outside. It's hard to appreciate life if you think of something as good as a rainy night to be a burden. I'll take it with as much appreciation as I would a starry, warm night.
I had a great day today, too. And an even better night. If rainy Sundays leave me going to sleep with a smile on my face, I'll take them for the rest of my life.