A gloomy, rainy day is one of shadows. They aren't obvious since they are all one, but they have come to shield us from the burning bright light of the sun. Furthermore, little droplets of water come from them. Not too great to see a shadow with water coming down on your face. It is one where most stay inside, not wishing to let water touch them.
But why not? The water is clean. It is natural. It comes from the sky. It helps things grow. It is an astoundingly commonplace phenomenon that no one really truly wants to experience. Not even the writer, who is realizing the beauty in rainy days.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
A grumble leaves my lips. I reach a hand forward, capturing the drop of rain that had fallen from the sky. The breeze brings a shiver down my spine. It refreshing. But its cold.
