somehow rainy days are the only days during which i feel... safe and secure and not alone. i always feel that sunny days are 'too good to be true', and that there is always something (bad) lurking around the corner and waiting to happen.
rainy days have nothing to hide, more so if the rainy days actually bring a thunderstorm - the louder the better. maybe it's the pitter-patter of raindrops on windows that provides white noise that drowns out some of the voices and noise in my head - it feels like i have something else to listen to for a change, something else which does not annoy the heck outta me with whininess, or hypocrisy or deceit. i feel like my mind is allowed some peace because it has something else to focus on besides itself.
and oh yes... how could i ever forget the smell of fresh rain? ('petrichor' is the word, by the way)
and oh yes... how could i ever forget the smell of fresh rain? ('petrichor' is the word, by the way)
the more the better, i say - bring on the rain! :)
