It’s pouring.
I can hear it over the din of the tv and three snoozing pups. Tickling the shingles. Tapping the leaves. Lashing out at whatever comes its way.
And it can feel like it’s beating you. Making everything heavy. Weighted. Pulling you across the pavement. Pouring you into the sewer.
Draining every drop of you.
But there’s another side to rain. A reviving. Replenishing. Quenching. And cleansing side.
It lights the world in a different way. New colours. New vibes. New life.
And sometimes. It’s not breaking your heart.
It’s blessing your windows.
Hazy Shades of Me 