Rainy Day, Dream Away...

What is it about a rainy day that gets to me so hard?

I have never been able to describe the feeling I get from the sound

of rain marching like soldiers on a rooftop or the particular smell of droplets

dancing on the still earth.

The way the silver clouds cover up the bright sun and make the world a

magical and solemn place to me. The presence of that tempestuous yet still cold

and soft breeze.

How the cold touch of a droplet can take me back to a better place and fill me

up with memories, or the nostalgic feeling I get from looking at a silver sky.

The way I get lost in my own little thought world by feeling the cold breeze

caressing the back of my neck.

The amazing stillness that tells you it's about to rain and the automatic desire

to slip in my most comfortable pijamas and listen to classical music while reading

and eating lucky charms and maybe on a good day to watch a sad movie.

The thing is, I think I was born to feel good in such weather, instead of complaining

when the sun takes a break, I smile and feel like fading away.