Rainy Day Yellows
People say they get the blues when it rains. I get the yellows.
Rain mellows me.
Comforts me.
Inspires me.
Generally, encourages me.
The Yellow Brick Road (photo by John Manno)
Yes, of course, I’d rather stay in bed and read or stumble around my room in my dressing gown writing poetry. But ultimately, rain brings the promise of something new, a moment of intersection between the world that is (air) and the world that will be (water). It’s like a brief rubbing of shoulders between now and eternity. It enlivens things that are dead and dispenses justice evenly to all.
I’m definitely hyperbolizing and analogizing considerably here.
But what else are rainy days for?
La Reisytal 
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