The weather app says that it's 52°F but feels more like 42°F. I completely agree. The skies are grey and the downpour is never ending, like the skies are crying about something. Heartbreak maybe?
I woke up this morning with a start, jolted actually, by the sharp pain in my arm, I'd fallen asleep on it. The phone stared back at me, 9:30AM. I was late. The bustle to get ready was normal, but the bus was not. It was fogged up, condensation everywhere. Beautiful almost, like a dream where only bits and pieces are clear.
The rain is comforting for me. Pitter patter, pitter patter. If I could let it soak into my bones, let it flood my veins, I would. Rain is just any other element, it comes and goes as it pleases and it can be frightening and serene. But it's by far my favorite weather. Omnipresent grey skies create a blanketed skylight, filling the world with the same light and same grey-ness. Everyone and everything is kind of the same.
I like that.
I like the pitter patter, pitter patter.
It's nice, it's just...