Today has been an amazing rainy day. I won’t lie; it’s due to days like today that I revel at “bad” weather forecasts (as if weather has moral intention ha). Today is almost the picture perfect rainy day. I was able to wake up late. When one dozes, waking and returning to sleep several times, the day and dreams slowly merge into reality. Creativity is boosted 5 points (if you don’t care for fictional point systems, which are never tallied nor accurately measured, insert your own method for gauging moods). I went to check out Earthfest, but it’s raining. So of course I work. Rainy days go by so slow it’s easy to engage in my activities. my attention is focused, and my homework is done. The focus is amazing, even if it is wasted. On rainy days I enjoy reading, writings, thinking, and other things. On rainy days you don’t care that you’re alone. i actually prefer it, so i can think of people and things to come ( friendships, adventure, romance, cups of hot beverages, and discussions about anything to be had).
I set my ipod on random and it knows that it’s a rainy day, and acts accordingly. Starting with “clichés” like the Smiths (reel around the fountain), then on to the clientele, a jump to the kinks, Camera Obscura, multiple B&S songs sprinkled here and there, all ending with Starfucker’s “pop song” or even “german love” (I know ridiculous name for a band, but solid tracks). Sleepy pop songs, twee pop songs, all amazing pop songs. Pop music is as captivating as ever on days like these. They litter you with memories of past days filled with books, people, pleasure, and conversations about literature, music, and art, which are so hard to come by (made even harder with my inability to make small talk). They also make me want to start your own band for a day so i can write a song full of wit and catchy hooks (I’m working on “Old People in the Library” as you read. Also need to learn how to play keyboard).
Rainy days breed intimacy. you are stuck in a room with a lover (or more) and want nothing to do but converse before night falls. If one is alone, one can be intimate with oneself exploring comfortable crevices of the psyche and romanticizing them. Fear of being alone turns into love for being able to converse with oneself. I have great conversations with myself, which promote personal growth and creativity.
Do you feel the same way about rainy days? Do you relish them? They are the only days were all my insecurities and fears are gone and the true self emerges. They make me forget my spelling and grammar errors.
Something that could easily have been summed up in two sentences becomes a whole page. I love rainy days. Their intimacy allows me to feel free.
Sadly enough, my literal voice is still gone. Day two. Maybe tomorrow will bring better luck. I am now on my way home (wishing I had some wine, but don’t) to watch a film (the Baxter or Delicatessen I haven’t decided), have a glass of scotch, and attempt to fall asleep. Adieu.
