Rainy Days. (14/08/17)

I've always been a sucker for the aesthetic of rainy days.

Or the choking feeling of fog.

Even though the thought of them might drag you down.

I don't know what trouble you might have with the weather, whether it be the rain, or the clouds, or the fog, or the feeling,

But you could never hate the dewy grass.

Or the smell of rain,

The thickness in your lungs is almost addictive.

And isn't there something so kind about a rain-soaked jacket,

Or an umbrella twirl

The classic rainy day.

It has such soul. The skinny jeans, the clumpy rain boots, the crystal eyes deflecting a drowsy overcast.

And there's something strangely fabulous about a mud-puddle.

Or the splash that reaches up to your knees.

You no longer care about the mess you'll make, it will take care of itself.

Rain has always been a suffocating, addictive, classic, soulful, and fabulous object of nature.

And whether you like it or not,

Rainy days remind you of how much you can take.

xx.

-nonni.