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When The Clouds Are Grey,

A Quiet Afternoon,

You Don't Have To Tell Me The Sky is Blue.

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Wednesday, January 27, 2010

When The Clouds Are Grey

Rain has always been a big deal for me. I think it's because I love to listen to it. I find the rain peaceful and at times, comforting. I can be in the worst mood, but as soon as I hear the rain, I will cheer up. It's as if God is crying for me. I can't explain exactly how I feel, but what I can do is tell you the rain is like a big relief. Like all the raindrops falling down from the sky our little stress relievers, sort of like The Lords Medicine.
I can honestly say, the rain not only cheers me up, but it gives me a reason to stay quiet. On those rainy afternoons, I can sit by my window, feeling the raindrops blow past me, and clear my mind. Think of nothing else but the beautiful rain that is falling on the soft water soaked grass.
I can sit in my room and read, listen to music, watch my favorite movie. I can spend a long afternoon Spring cleaning. Place things in order, sort out my life as if I'm putting the pieces of a puzzle together. I can use rainy days to gather my thoughts, rearrange my schedule, or just do nothing.

Sometimes that's what I need. Time to just sit and do nothing.

On rainy nights I can sit on my porch, maybe a light sprinkle will gently touch my face. On those hot summer nights it's a relief to have a little summer rain hit you. Then I will wait for the crickets. I love to listen to the crickets. It wouldn't be summer without them. The crickets remind me of who I was as a little girl. I would often stay up late listening to them from my bedroom window. All the while gazing at the night sky. Sometimes the clouds would be grey, but I wouldn't mind. It only meant the rain was coming. Even as a child, the rain gave me a reason to just sit in my room and do nothing but listen.

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