Rainy Days

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Abhorred by most, dreaded by many

Rainy days are my home

I feel at ease in the cold grey damp

The heavy drops roar my inner soul to life

Simple, calm, clean, but chaotic

Loud and enveloping.

Sunny days are too bright and open

There is no protection there

The rain advances closer, surrounding me

With a shielding essence

I am lulled, pacified, content

On rainy days

This world is better when drenched

It is softer around the edges and

More complete

Brimming with possibility and ambition

I am drawn, intrigued, comforted

On rainy days.

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