Not Unpleasant Thoughts On A Rainy Day

Duck!A dark, gray, rainy day produces colors that don’t come out when it’s sunny. On a front porch in a cheerless corner, a worn leather coat hangs sadly over the back of an old chair; dirty white paint peels down the legs to reveal vermilion streaks like dried blood, glimpses of an earlier, less subdued era.

The world outside is cool, wet, shiny. Open a window and the damp rushes over your hands, across your face, smelling at once like rose petals and the black wormy soil beneath an overturned brick. A rich, green light reflects from the canopy above; heavy leaves weep. Water patters an irregular drumbeat at the bottom of a downspout and empties onto an ancient stone path, green and slippery with moss.

5 Responses to “Not Unpleasant Thoughts On A Rainy Day”

  1. Think I’ll take a walk.

  2. Beautiful. Although you left out the part about the scent of pulped annelids.

  3. Bleah. :)

  4. dont forget the fog which I have to say is my favorite part of this rainy season.

  5. I love the thunder myself. It gets me in the mood to make something scary. It’s alive.