There was a time that I loved rainy days and rainy nights.
They stirred things inside of me that were, perhaps feelings of romance with a little taste of sadness.
I have never really lived anywhere where it was rainy all of the time,
so these strange days were something to be savored.
The darkness that it brings, the gloominess
is almost comforting.
The kind of day best spent in doors, but,
at the same time,
a whole new world to venture outside.
The rain falling like teardrops.
Perhaps tears of sadness and loss, or
maybe tears of joy and ecstasy.
Rainy days are filled with promise.
The promise of growth.
The promise of a fresh start.
Newly cleansed and ready to blossom.
There is definitley something to be said of the beauty
that is found in rainy days.