I have mixed feelings about rainy days.
I’ve said before that I love wind and rain storms, but those are different. Rainy drizzly dreary days like today.
Rainy days are for curling up; for a fireplace if you have one, or a warm blanket. Days for a book or a well favored movie.
Some people like to dance or go puddle jumping. Every once in a while I’ll take my lute and play Singing In the Rain; just to be silly.
Lately though, Rainy days are just sad. Dreary and filled with loss;
the skys crying
because I can not.