rain

happy and unhappy are on two opposite sides of the spectrum.
but the rain can make one feel both feelings.

when you're in the rain, it sucks. especially if you have to walk somewhere and your feet get extremely wet and then you arrive and the bottom half of your leg is soaked and there's nothing you can do about it except wallow in soggy socks until you return home.

but when you're inside, it's a calming to hear the rain just outside your window. being tucked up in bed with a hot chocolate and wonderful book, (even if it's the bfg by roald dahl, don't mock my literary choices) is a welcoming time for the gentle monotony of water on the roof.


am i right?