Cloudy Days

I like rain.

Not the scary storms, just the little ones that drizzle for a while.

Cloudy skies so it’s not too bright outside.

A soft breeze every so often.

The sightly damp pavement and the just barely sparkling grass.

The tiny rustle of the leaves and the sound of crickets in the air.

Some people think rain is sad.

Maybe so.

But rain eventually goes away, just like sadness.

It doesn’t go away forever, of course.

I can trust there will always be another cloud.

People don’t like being out in the rain.

Better to stay dry, obviously.

I don’t mind.

I like rain.