Rainy Days
Posted 5 months agoEver since I was really little, I’ve always loved the rain.
Whenever I experience a slight drizzle or even a week’s worth of heavy rain, I always seem to enjoy the complexity of how rain clouds travel, and the sound every raindrop makes as it hits the roof of my home. The rattle of the roof, the cold, cold breeze, and of course, the dim, humid atmosphere rainy weather makes, are one of my favourite times just to sit down, relax, and probably read a book or two.
I grew up in a rain-prone country, where it rains at least, for almost everyday for half a year. Thus, because of so, there were only two main seasons my country had: A wet season and a dry season.
During the wet season, and since I was still little, I usually ended up watching television, reading something, playing with Legos with my brother or for most of the time, sleeping. Sleeping with the rain out was the most comfortable sleeping experience ever, and I still find it uneasy to sleep during the hot, arid days of the dry season.
Every time the dry season arrived, I always hoped everyday that it would rain, just so I could relax, and sleep really comfortably. It may seem weird, but I really don’t like summer.
Right now, as I am writing this very article, it is raining. The cool, cool breeze is blowing through the window, calling out one of the things I’d want to do today: It is telling me to sleep, sleep now, as summer is nearing once again.
