There are not many things that are quite so wonderful as a rainy day.
Grey skies, not a ray of sunshine in sight--I love it.
Maybe it's my love for melancholy.
Maybe it's because when the sky feels sad, it legitimizes the fact that not all days are going to be sunny and happy. Sometimes the best days aren't.
A rainy day seems so...honest.
Sometimes nature just lets the tears fall.
1 comment:
this just might be your most poetic post, my dear.
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