Rainy days are my favorite

Even the rain falls in silence,
crashing towards the earth,
a tiny shout of joy upon collision,
an instant fusion of elements
as yesterday is washed away,
its memories carried on the backs
of nomadic streams as they
quietly drift down the street.


I love rainy days like today. My skin is somewhat sun sensitive, I burn even in the winter, and skin cancer runs in the family. Fortunately for me, it's been rainy for most of the summer. Some people find day's like these very dreary and depressing. I find them comforting, relaxing, even almost uplifting. I sit on the niche of a porch of our front door, narrowly confined by two walls on either side, and a door behind me, the world in front of me. I love it because I can grab a cup of tea and sit outside, wrapped in a blanket, and not get wet.

I tried to get back into the habit of meditating while I was out here, I didn't last very long, it's been forever since I've practiced. But a little meditation beats none at all, and I feel quite relaxed and satisfied. There's no rush.

Afterward I grabbed my laptop and sat outside, enjoying the melody of D'yer Mak'er drift through the rain and fade into the neightborhood. I love Led Zeppelin.

While outside, I left the door ajar, and Kira cautiously made her way out of here. Both of the cats here are strictly indoor cats, and I doubt she's ever spent much (if any) time outside before coming here. She's learned that the porch is somewhat safe, but she is still as cautious as ever. When she reached the end of the porch and felt rain hit her for what was undoubtedly the first time in her life, she freaked out, wondering what was touching her. She finally fled back to the doorway, giving her adorably cute squeaking mew that makes me wonder if she is more mouse then cat.