Wednesday, April 21, 2010
the streets are full of puddles again
Rain is so often associated with dismal things. Funerals, saying goodbye, general dreariness... When rain falls it seems as though the sky is crying. But do you have to be sad to cry? No. Happiness can trigger a tear or two. Today, the sky was crying happy tears. Instead of washing everything out and soaking the vibrance out of anything in sight, the rain seemed to lure the color out of hiding. Yellow blossoms were sharper, red stop signs more passionate. Everything came clean and clear and though the sky above was overcast, it didn't dampen my spirits. It woke me up and excited my soul. This morning I sat in my car for a moment, turned off the windshield wipers, and listened. After school I snuggled into my comforting bed and fell asleep to the same relaxing sound of droplets hitting my window. After my performance tonight I walked to my car and breathed in the heavenly aroma of precipitation. The streets glistened, all dressed up in their shiny new puddles. I hope it rains tomorrow, too.