I love the rain. It’s hard not to go out and enjoy it even if venturing out is only in my tiny slice of Paradise.
Everything is fresh and the air clear.
I have no “Rainy Days and Mondays” doldrums like others who have taken the time to write songs about it all and I wonder if they’re just inclined to be blue, missing what’s easily missed if one doesn’t look closely enough.
The wonder of beauty in small details is always relaxing to me, forcing me out of myself and into the simplicity of what’s right in front of me if I take the time to look.
When’s the last time you took a look?
