Weekday Drizzle Slate gray skies drip water-torture raindrops Fake rain, half rain Tense Windless Speaks quietly- In carefully modulated tones. Not the real roaring rain of childhood memory No release of downpour-deluge No comfort of rooftop rain-rhythm drum beat No gutter creek-music No blustery abandon No joy No relief No catharsis Afraid to let go.
Reason for writing:
I'm always aware of how the weather reflects as well as affects my moods. A drizzly Nor-Cal Monday at work - you just want it to RAIN dammit, enough of this half-hearted spitting. So many situations in the workworld are confining in an arbitrary way- just being in a grown-up job carries with it such a long list of "Don't"s. Seems like to top of the list is stay cool, keep your feelings in check, don't show passion. So different from little kids, the way they let all their emotions run free, like a wild stream.
Birth sign: Cancer
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