Rainy Days

I love rainy days;

Without the sun's blinding rays.

Rain against the glass,

Damp hair on every lass...

Rain, rain, come this way.

I love the half-light, and the drops hitting the surface of puddles, or bouncing off leaves.

I love the feeling of wind and rain, every rain drop its own moment, every moment separate yet connected.

I love the sound of rain hitting water and leaves, and the whistling wind.

I love the smell of rain, and damp earth and wet pavement.

I love rainy days.

I also love sunny days, and snowy days, and windy days.

I love every sort of day.

I love this beautiful and crazy world of ours, and every day and mood it has.