What is it about rainy days that makes it impossible for them to be just…okay? For me, anyway, rainy days are completely incapable of being ordinary. I cannot remember a time in my life where I had an “average” rainy day.
There is just something about petrichor that inspires me to: make some progress in writing my seemingly unending “novel”, to immerse myself mind and soul into the life of my favourite Jane Austen heroine, to accomplish the intimidating task of organizing my bookcase (and also the books that don’t fit in my book case that reside piled *neatly* on my floor). This same smell that compels me to sit on my couch wholly enwrapped in a blanket, eating popcorn, watching a romantic movie that makes me believe for that hour and ninety minutes that I am as madly in love and incandescently happy as the character in the film.
Not to mention, arguably, my hands down, absolute, concrete, favourite thing about rainy days…ever! SOUP! Honestly, I cannot respect a person that doesn’t see just how amazing soup is. I mean, I think that soup just doesn’t get the credit it truly deserves. Its yummy deliciousness that with every bite and subsequent swallow feels warm all the way down. And somehow it seems that it is not merely your esophagus and stomach that it is warming but in some way it is actually warming your very soul. No one can be vexed while eating soup.
While I as of yet have listed my favourite things that happen on some of my favourite rainy days, I certainly don’t mean to imply that all rainy days are amazing. Although, I wholly wish they could be. Rainy days do have the potential to be some of the darkest, dreariest days ever. Literally, but more to the point of what I am referring to…figuratively. I can’t recall that I have ever had such a bad day as one that was had in which it rained.
Usually it isn’t so much the actual rain and wetness that produce the badness of rainy days as it is the darkness and dullness of the weather. Rain and rain clouds seem to set a mood and atmosphere to our lives that if not handled extremely delicately can impress upon us a feeling of total and complete depression. Never have I felt that my lot in life was more hopeless than on a day that it rained. Grey dreariness described not only the image in the sky but also the image upon my heart. (too much?)
All in all though, I love rainy days. If you think about it, most days in our lives are passed by never to be thought about ever again. Not one single moment in the entire 24 hours was memorable enough to imprint any sort of impression in the memory centers of our brains. And yet, rainy days are the exception to this rule. You know, that no matter what, there is going to be something about this day that you remember. Possibly it could be a bad memory, but also it could be a really great day that you remember always with fondness. Personally, I’d rather have a day that I know has the possibility of being amazing, even if the alternative is that it could possibly be terrible, rather than a day that is doomed to dullness from the start; never to be remembered again.
❤ CAT