Rainy Days

Rainy days are thinking days. Time for introspection and communication with oneself. The water is a cleansing ritual. The world is offering you second chances on a small scale. Little drops falling, each drop containing truth serum making you tell the truth to yourself. Rainy days are a breath of fresh air with every breath. Rainy days wash the world. Wash the smoke and dirt and city out of the air for a while. Rainy days are stay in bed days. Listen to the raindrops singing and chanting on the roof and tapping on the window beckoning to come out and play, while you lay underneath a warm quilt with a cup of hot tea. Rainy days are funeral days. When the sky pours out tears at the loss of a friend, a child, a brother. Rainy days test strength, test faith. Too much truth serum makes you scared, makes you doubt. Rainy days are humbling days. The rain strips you down to your bare elements. How insignificant those bare elements. How unworthy. Rainy days are a glimpse of how the world works, just a tease of knowledge. Rainy days are barefoot days. Rainy days are take showers outside days. Rainy days are days to walk without an umbrella, to hug nature to embrace it and let it kiss you over and over again. Rainy days are days to be vulnerable and open.