Rainy Days
There's a torrent pounding on my window, cascades of water washing away the sins of yesterday.
Already forgotten.
A clean slate, a blank canvas begging to be splattered with paint.
I wonder if that's why everyone is always so melancholy when they wake up to the sound of pounding rain?
There's a frustration to freedom, a headache that comes with the lack of restraint.
A rainy day means that you can do anything, which is why we all do nothing.
We don't get many choices anymore do we?
And when we do it's too much.
Information overload.
So we shut down and we waste opportunity because we are afraid to reach for it and miss.
And we let it stay that way:
Just another rainy day.
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