i turned the knob of the back door, swung it open, and the sound of pouring rain filled the air. with a complaining huff and a roll of my eyes, i stomped back to my room and threw a hoodie over my head and mentally prepared myself that this could be a you're-going-to-get-soaked-to-bone morning.
windshield wipers hissed across the pane. water streamed over the roads, as rubber gripped the pavement. driving in rain is oddly adventurous. you have to strain your eyes a little to focus, to stay alert. the car rides smoothly along the countryside and into the wooded areas. its like a rainforest in here, whispers a little voice from a carseat in the back. sure enough, you see that the trees form a canopy of green darkness that only the headlights can penetrate. the rain loosens leaves and the wind carries them around. you smile a little. and then you notice that you're falling.
back home, there's that torcherous two minute run from the car to the house. your hair smells of dog, your clothes are damp. your saturated shoes screech on the wood floor of your room. back inside where its warm and dry. but you're not here to stay for long.
because you've fallen. fallen for what's falling. you're not pining for sunshine anymore. the greys and greens of the weather have grown on you throughout the morning. and there you are capturing it all. camera in hand, bare footed on the front porch. listening to the steady rythmn. watching the tear drop sized splashes. and now, you're hoping it showers on.
what do you think of a rainy day?