Precipitation

Rain is perfection. An automatic feeling of dreary and darkness. A distinct smell, a powerful cleansing thing.

When the rain comes, there is a choice to be made. Stay in, waste the day away, and enjoy the calm? Or walk into the din, get soaked to the bone. Wash the soul clean of dirt and dust.

Snow, is too cheery. Flighty, in a sense. Snow does not know what sort of mood it wants to create. On a warm day, it would be the hard sell of rain. Today, it's a cold, wistful fluttering. Sun reflects, bringing brightness to the day, not the cool dull colors that accompany rain. Colors are not washed away, they are highlighted, enhanced.

On days like today, I shut the blinds, and turn out the lights. Hoping, that someday soon, the day will warm, and the sky will fall heavy again, it's anger and passion dousing my mood.