Why do we get somber and melancholy when it rains?
The grayness of the sky,
The white noise of the raindrops on the street.
We miss the blue,
We yearn for the feel of sunshine.
I see the rain and I’m reminded of childhood.
When it didn’t matter, if it rained or shined.
When we played in the sunshine, in the dirt and in the wet.
I love the pitter patter of the rain.
It reminds me to live.
It reminds me to love.
I am Timi