rain, rain, DON’T go away!

This afternoon, I could feel my mood brightening. Not because I had gotten in two full days of work back again at my high-productivity levels. Not because I had also walked for 90 minutes on the treadmill and gotten much of my drudgery and packing done. Not even because Rob took the girls out skating and I had a quiet house all to myself — a rarity. No, it was because the sky was turning grey.

Strange for me to feel this way. I’ve always suspected I might have some minor variation of SAD or maybe just a normal reaction to day after day of grey skies. I could not wait to leave upstate New York at the end of college. The grey days had really started to bring me down. (Notice that I headed to Texas for grad school.) So why were the grey skies of this afternoon improving my mood?

Along with being tired of this hot, miserable summer, I realize that I miss the rain. There is something about a nice rain every so often that makes me feel cozy and content. Without it having rained for so long, I had been missing that feeling.

Unfortunately, in the time it has taken me to take some photos and curl up on the couch to write this, the rain has already passed. I hope it will return soon, but not until Thursday.

raindrops

rain on the bush

grey sky