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Summer Days Drifting Away, But Oh Those Autumn Nights

I think I finally figured out why I like the rain so much. It's not the mugginess that makes it hard to breathe,
nor is it the bone chilling cold that somehow manages to fight its way past the layers upon layers of clothes.
Its not having to cancel plans with loved ones, or the way the darkness of the overcast sky seems to turn the world grey.
It's not even the way the wind blows so strongly skillfully playing a game where the raindrops are the darts and my face
the dartboard. No, I don't like the gloom that washes over in these cold dark days. I like how it understands the gloom
I'm feeling even on the brightest of days. I like it because I have a constant lowered gaze, staring at the ground as if
willing it to swallow me down to the depths of the earth. But when it rains, the ground glistens in a light so differently
from when the sun is clear in the sky. It gives me the reflection of the world around me, helps me look to the sky with my
downcast eyes. I can finally see the trees, swaying in the wind. The birds flying away to shelter. I see the way the
traffic lights glow so beautifully, the way that a skewed reflection on the puddles is constantly interrupted by
droplets that move the light. The way those droplets always change the pictures on display. And sometimes,
just sometimes, I stop looking down to get a better idea of all I've been missing. And that doesn't happen when
I'm staring down at dry blacktop on a midsummer afternoon.