Raining on my parade...
Talk amongst yourselves while I collect my thoughts…
It’s raining outside. Pouring perfectly I might add. It’s raining outside and in. By in, I mean inside me. The drive to work was a long one. The clouds lay low in the color of dull steel as sheets of rain pelted the pavement. The valley blanketed in gloom. A blanket I gladly wrap myself in. The rain streaked up my windshield like upside-down tears. With that thought I kept my wipers in the “off” position. Probably not the smartest thing to do in a rain storm but the way the "tears" streaked up my windshield was mesmerizing. What a depressing day. Depressing day; depressing thoughts. At least I can take comfort in knowing that though it may be cloudy, raining inside and around me, that like all storms, this will pass. The sun will shine again. But for now… let it rain and pour. It fits... perfectly.
I stopped at the grocery store this morning on my way to work. For no other reason than to delay the inevitable work day that was about to ensue. I walked around the store but didn’t buy anything. As I was walking back out to my car I stopped for a moment letting the rain accumulate on my glasses and jacket. I spotted a stray dog wandering through the parking lot in the rain; its fur soaked. The dog stopped and stared at me for a moment. I smiled in the irony of the whole situation. It was fitting for how I was feeling at that moment. Poetic even. A cold, wet, lost soul wandering the world alone looking for something but not knowing what. I finally arrived at my car and got in. When I turned the key to my car the music from my iPod was still playing. I had forgotten to turn it off. It was a song by Filter called Never Be the Same and the lyrics at that moment where: “I’ll never be the same again.” I laughed as more irony revealed itself. I was standing knee deep in irony. When I finally made it to work my feet were heavy as I walked into the building. I stood at the bottom of the stairs looking up to the top and sighed “Here I go again.” With that I took one foot and put it in front of the other. Not much else I could do at that moment. So here I sit at my desk. Rain beating down on the window writing this.
The sun will shine again…
-mbh signing off…
It’s raining outside. Pouring perfectly I might add. It’s raining outside and in. By in, I mean inside me. The drive to work was a long one. The clouds lay low in the color of dull steel as sheets of rain pelted the pavement. The valley blanketed in gloom. A blanket I gladly wrap myself in. The rain streaked up my windshield like upside-down tears. With that thought I kept my wipers in the “off” position. Probably not the smartest thing to do in a rain storm but the way the "tears" streaked up my windshield was mesmerizing. What a depressing day. Depressing day; depressing thoughts. At least I can take comfort in knowing that though it may be cloudy, raining inside and around me, that like all storms, this will pass. The sun will shine again. But for now… let it rain and pour. It fits... perfectly.
I stopped at the grocery store this morning on my way to work. For no other reason than to delay the inevitable work day that was about to ensue. I walked around the store but didn’t buy anything. As I was walking back out to my car I stopped for a moment letting the rain accumulate on my glasses and jacket. I spotted a stray dog wandering through the parking lot in the rain; its fur soaked. The dog stopped and stared at me for a moment. I smiled in the irony of the whole situation. It was fitting for how I was feeling at that moment. Poetic even. A cold, wet, lost soul wandering the world alone looking for something but not knowing what. I finally arrived at my car and got in. When I turned the key to my car the music from my iPod was still playing. I had forgotten to turn it off. It was a song by Filter called Never Be the Same and the lyrics at that moment where: “I’ll never be the same again.” I laughed as more irony revealed itself. I was standing knee deep in irony. When I finally made it to work my feet were heavy as I walked into the building. I stood at the bottom of the stairs looking up to the top and sighed “Here I go again.” With that I took one foot and put it in front of the other. Not much else I could do at that moment. So here I sit at my desk. Rain beating down on the window writing this.
The sun will shine again…
-mbh signing off…
posted by mbh at 3/29/2006 11:11:00 AM
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