Rainy day

I love...

-my rainbow striped galoshes
-puddles
-the way every color seems brighter on a rainy day
-the way the lake looks in the rain
-Furman's turduckens
-the color of the leaves on the tree outside my bedroom window
-watching the raindrops play in the puddles
-coming in from the cold to a warm apartment
-hot chocolate
-(almost) being able to talk like a normal person again
-my little brother
-using the lamps in my room instead of the overhead light

yeah, I know... random. But I was walking back to my room after class, in the rain, and I could have been thinking about how I'd just been splashed by a passing car that drove through a puddle and how my bookbag leaks and my books were getting wet and how I didn't get chosen to go on the Singers tour... And on some level, I guess I was thinking about all of that, but the thought that was running through my head was that it was a beautiful day. Which is weird because it's not, it's cold and wet and gross... but I was noticing things that made it seem more lovely. And that gives me hope. It's silly, maybe, that the fact that I thought a rainy day could be beautiful makes me feel more optimistic about life. But that's how I feel.

And it's good. :-)