I'm not sure exactly what it is about rainy days. Maybe it's the fact that the sunshine is there as always, but it's powerless to pierce the shell of dark water we call clouds. Whatever it is, it's hard to feel alive, to do anything; to feel, even. The rain keeps coming and nothing feels anything but grey. It mocks me, demanding I stay inside. Sure, I didn't plan to do anything else anyway, but I don't even get a //choice// with the rain. And choice is the best part about living. Looking toward the future and feeling the pressure of the constant countdown to leaving the life I know now forever, I can feel almost nothing but resentment toward this rain. The state that gave me the rain. And yes, even the God who made sunshine and blue skies and happiness, and then just put clouds over it and plopped me underneath them.
This post isn't about the rain, though. It's not about hating where I am or why I'm here. It's really about the second picture--after a whole day of rain the sky peaked back out, and I even got a little piece of sunset despite the tropical system building off my coast. Yes, perhaps a lot of the journey ahead looks like a storm and a hopeless barrage of grey water. But then again, I'll find the sunshine at the end. I hope. Let's all find it together, shall we? We don't get to be here long.
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