If only the world were always the color of a raincloud, and the wet light slept on the cold ground instead of glaring in our eyes...
Melancholic as it might be, I find myself rejoicing in rainy mornings. The harshness of the tropic sun is dampened with the moisture. The green and gold world out my window is not quite so gaudy, and I feel more at home.
Yesterday had such a morning. It wasn't torrential or completely gloomy, but I'll take what I can get. In between showers, the sun shone bright on the spectacular sea.
A thousand miles beyond this sun-steeped wall
Somewhere the waves creep cool along the sand...
~Sara Teasdale
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