Rainy days are my happy days
White noise that effectively cancels out my frantic thoughts, replacing them with whispers of “it’ll be alright” heard in the cadence of the pitter patter of rain drops
No harsh sunlight forcing me to squint my eyes, they’re wide open, shielded by long lashes meeting their purpose
No bright sun burning skin so pale from generations of lives born under Scottish skies
Rainy spring days shield the grass from sunlight, too. Emerald green, unbleached by long hours of light exposure
Blossoms out, drinking their fill
Alive. Fulfilled. Peace.