Rainy Days and Mondays

Mondays probably get most everyone down, unless that happens to be one of your days off... So of course, i'm understood there. However, as I have discussed before, rainy days do not get me down... I find them relaxing and renewing to my soul... rain and water involuntarily finds its way into the lyrics of many of my songs and words to alot of my poems... I favor rain just as I do trees. This morning, it looks like rain again... I sigh with satisfaction at the darkened sky and the fuzzy watercolor clouds above... the sunrise was pretty this morning, since the sun attempted to come by, it was kind of pinkish-purple on my way to my morning workout.

Reminds me of morning times as my Mother would drive me to elementary school, in the rain... I'd watch the rain hitting the windshield, observing as the droplets would trickle down, sometimes joining one another and getting larger... and larger... then heavier until finally they would roll right out of sight. The soft scent of the moist air, and just the cozy feeling I would get sitting in the classroom (or even today) as the rain poured down cleansing everything around us... I guess I was connected and spiritual with nature even back then... I also remember having an early fixation with the trees and leaves too as I was mostly a loner on the playground, I'd walk around at recess/break picking up beautiful yellow, orange and red leaves and take them home for my mother [of course she kept them forever]. So in reflecting on the brilliance of a blue-grey sky bursting with natures renewing tears, have a fantastic Monday, and enjoy the lyrics to Led Zeppelin's "Rain Song" I am including below, just to think on during this lovely morning... Couldn't pick a better day for rain than Monday.

It is the springtime of my loving
the second season I am to know
You are the sunlight in my growing
so little warmth I've felt before.
It isn't hard to feel me glowing
I watched the fire that grew so low.

It is the summer of my smiles
flee from me Keepers of the Gloom.
Speak to me only with your eyes.
It is to you I give this tune.
Ain't so hard to recognize
These things are clear to all
from time to time.

Talk Talk... I've felt the coldness of my winter
I never thought it would ever thaw.
I cursed the gloom that set upon us...
But I know that I love you so

These are the seasons of emotion
and like the winds they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion
I seek the torch we all must hold.
This is the mystery of the quotient,
Upon us all a little rain must fall...