rain drops keep falling on my head

it’s gray outside again. some people call it gloom. i call it comfort.

i don’t know why, but as long as i remember i have always preferred overcast or rainy days to sunny ones. a cloudy sky gives me a feeling of security — those clouds give me perspective. an empty sky looks so big that it looks flat; but clouds assure me of the size of things.

and rain — well, rain has always been purgative. rain washes things. it cleans the world. it keeps you indoors near fires with hot chocolate and marshmallows and tomato soup and grilled cheese. it sets the mood for coffee and a smoke with a friend.

well, i’m out of interesting things to say.

[so there]
-brian.b