I love the rain.
I love the cool wind on my lips and the feel of the mist softly slapping my face. My cheeks. My eyelids. It kisses me and caresses.
I love the fog. It comes down from heaven and wraps its cool arms around me. Just to simply embrace me. Ony me.
The sound of drops hitting the ground is musical. These drops of rain that have gathered and gathered until they are too plump to stay on that small branch anymore and so these drops hurl themselves to the ground. Coming to land on my head.
I often wonder where that small drop of rain once was. What it was before it evaporated. Where it had been.
The grass that pops up is new. It is shaggy like a newborn babies crown. It waves and bobs in the wind.
I love it. I want to lean down and with my fingertips warm from my pocket, I want to graze it with just the tips. I want to pluck out a strand and keep it in my pocket.
The clouds up above are so thick and so fluffy that you can hardly see any sky. It is a grey day. My favorite day.
A day to stay in or walk out. A day to enjoy a cup of coffee.
A cup of hot coffee that billows with heat. You pucker your lips and blow your breath because you want a taste so bad, but first must pay omage to the cup of coffee.
You must first pour and measure and stir. You must pick out your happy cup and fill with thick hot coffee. Warm and brown and rich. Your tongue itches for a taste even before it's done brewing.
At the first hot swallow it burns its way into your belly. You can feel the hot trail and almost the splash as well.
Your tastebuds thrill. They exclaim. They yell in happiness and clamor for another taste.
You smile because your tummy is warm and you quickly puff out your cheeks and blow blow blow for another small taste.
These days are also the days for warm socks. Thick socks that mate with your feet. They hug them and when you take them off to shower or bathe, your feet mourn their loss.
I love these days.
