Rainy Days

I have certain thoughts on rainy days.
I guess the rain makes me apathetic, and I look at people differently.

I wonder who they’re running home to at the end of the day when it was so crappy and they just want arms around them. Then I think about the fact that they could be running home to a one bedroom apartment, frozen dinner, and cat named Polly.

I think about how there’s someone for everyone, and some people who’ll never want that person. Some people who are more content alone, some who are less content that way.

I think about when I was younger, and how I could spend rainy days napping on the couch watching Sabrina the Teenage Witch and Boy Meets World.

I think about the future and wonder if I’ll bake brownies or cookies or my children on rainy days like my mom used to do for me.

I think about life. In general life is so beautiful, but we’ve been given these fears that cause us to doubt the beauty in the world. We become reserved, on guard, a little less naive, and rightly so to protect ourselves. Then I think about if this is the way life was meant to be.

Was it all planned?

Was there supposed to be good and evil?

Or did it all go wrong?

Or is there no wrong? Just … Stuff.

Then I start to think so much I realize my class is almost over, and I’ve just been staring out the window since I sat down.

I actually hate the rain. I think it makes everyone a little more miserable, but I like the way it makes me feel.

Extra sensitive to the world around me and the people I pass by.

What do you think about on rainy days?

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