It’s the middle of fall in Iowa right now. Today was a rainy day.
Despite what the Carpenters’ song suggests, I don’t always feel like I have the blues. Today I definitely had more to do than just hang around and frown since I had to work.
I actually enjoy rainy days. I joke that rainy weather is writing weather (or reading weather) because there’s nothing I enjoy more than curling up with a pad of paper or a good book (whether physical or on my Kindle) and listen to the rain as it hits my window. I enjoy listening to the cars go by, sloshing water as they pass. I love the smell of petrichor and the misty dampness that seems to seep up from the ground.
I also love the different kinds of rain. And today, we got all kinds of different rain, to quote Forrest Gump:
“We been through every kind of rain there is. Little bitty stingin’ rain… and big ol’ fat rain. Rain that flew in sideways. And sometimes rain even seemed to come straight up from underneath. Shoot, it even rained at night…”
Some people will say this kind of weather is dreary, but I disagree. A day of rain seems to refresh my soul as it cleanses the outdoors.
Note though, I don’t like constant rain for several days in a row. When it drags on and on, I do get tired of it. But a day or two of steady rain makes my heart glad.
I’d go into a long winded description of rainy days, but I figure I will save those for my stories, since several of them have rainstorms of some sort or another in them.
Now Mondays. Mondays sometimes are a different story. Sometimes Mondays DO get me down. But that’s a post for another day, if I feel like it.
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