Rainy days-
They have beauty in them.
The sound of sneakers crunching on thick mud and drenched grass.
The snails begin their fiesta under television skies.
Why sing away the rain,
When we can dance in it;
Become tribal heroes, melt into those big slumps of water.
The horses stay out in the rain,
As do the ants, the birds, the bees, the butterflies.
Their optimism shines brighter in the monsoon than in the baked, arid desert.
And what might you see down that dark, wet alley?
Hydrogen, oxygen, acid rain?
Corroding your joys and desires into abysmal dust?
That is only one side of the story.
The creatures come out in the streets in the rain
Even in the deepest of blues, light still shines through.
And who knows what the day, year, decade, will bring?
But now and again, under television skies, those coloured pixels will form their rainbows.
An anecdote of my ritual of going out for a run in the rain, turned into a mantra I believe all of us should have in life. Through the darkness, on rainy days, there is still hope. Just because we fail does not mean we are failures and sometimes, as Bob Ross put it, "happy accidents" happen resulting in the most intricate and beautiful results.
