we have been plagued with the most dreadfully depressing weather lately.  a combination of early springlike rain and dreary grey winter chill seeps into my bones, saps my energy, dampens my enthusiasm.  i haven't felt very inspired to do anything this week; even the rough sketches and lists of writing ideas that i saved for rainy day projects don't seem appealing.  i have this vague itch to write something, so i guess i'll just write about the rain.

sometimes i enjoy the rain.  i like to take long walks and feel the icy drops gently stroke my skin, i find the cleansing coolness somewhat soothing.  showers can lend texture and rhythm to a mundane world, slapping a loud cadence against the street, decorating everything with droplets that glisten against a grey backdrop.  the soft light that filters through the clouds casts no shadows, and every detail stands out in unique contrast.  i love the way things reflect off wet pavement, like shadows coming into focus, revealing a sharper view of reality.  even the air holds a different quality, heavy yet refreshing, not exactly fragrant but utterly unmistakable.  in spite of the overall bleakness that tends to come with the rain, i usually appreciate the change in ambience it brings.

some of my fondest memories are attached to rainy days.  it could be that the sights and sounds heightened my senses, or that the weather added an air of drama that made those moments all the more memorable.  i'm often revisited by the warmth, if not the particulars, held in those memories when the rain falls. 

not today.  it's only cold and wet now.  just rain.

how's the weather by you these days?