It's raining here, which prompted this vague, purposely inconspicuous blurb.
I love rain. I love the way it sounds on the roof, the way it looks when it hits the drenched ground, and the way it rolls down the windows. It's soothing, relaxing.
Some days, it lets my mind wander away from the things that are clouding my mind and making it impossible to concentrate on any one thing. It cleanses me, the same way it washes clean whatever happens to be sitting outside. A chair, a lawn decoration, a child's toy. Sometimes I have the urge to just walk out and stand in it, knowing that the cold on my skin would make me feel alive. It would let me feel something, anything. And maybe it would wash away all my secrets I keep hidden from the world.
Other days, it sinks me further into my mood. It always seems to rain when I'm on the cusp of breaking. It's like the world knows I want to cry, but can't. So it cries for me, raining down an endless stream of tears as far and as wide as I can see leaving the world seeming deserted, and me feeling emptier than I had before the refining shower started. These days leave me feeling hollow, like there's a hole inside me that can't be filled because it's such an odd shape, and no matter how many pieces I try to put together to fill it, it never fits just right.
The good thing about rain is that it always stops eventually; and the sun follows.
And that's it! Read it as whoever you want. : )