These are absolutely the days that I thrive in. It’s finally the season where the snow has turned to rain and I couldn’t be any happier. There’s just something about a rainy day, the overcast skies, and the constant patter of the rain on the window that makes me feel in a place that is so distant from here. I close my eyes and I am instantly transported to a place that might as well be heaven, or something close to it anyways. These kinds of days are the ones that allow my mind to wander and think about things that I wouldn’t normally think of. And speaking of rain, here’s another poem that I found from high school about rain.
No. 5
The rain began to fall
He lay there, unmoving
Unable, bleeding, dying
The cool summer mist
Blanketed those, fallen and broken
—
As the rain fell
He thought of why he was there
The interests of others
With their pristine gloves
And their self-absorbed wants
—
The rain grew heavy
He could feel the anger building
It was not his fight
Although the rain was cool
The blood was warm
—
The tears grew heavy
He would go home soon
Vision blurring
Fading
Into blackness
—
He thought of her
One last time
As the rain washed away the pain
And remembered
Why he was here
.
And there you have it! Hopefully you enjoyed. These kinds of things are definitely harder to post, since they are of my own feelings (in a raw form), but I feel that it may be of better use here than in my notebook. You all have a great rest of your day :)
On Windy Days 