This morning, I needed to shower, so I thought that going on my (almost) daily walk would be a good idea; get myself a little dirtier now instead of just getting dirty as soon as I’m clean. I realize as I walked out the door that it was raining – not a heavy rain mind you, just enough to get the roads slick and for the air to have a cold bite to it. Walking in the rain didn’t seem like something I’d do intentionally, so why not?
Wet roads...
I only recently realized I love rain. Sure, snow is really cool, and I will always prefer the chill of autumn over the warmth of summer, but it always seems like a good day when it’s storming outside. Even when it’s a torrential downpour that covers the land in about a foot of gray water, I’ve always loved watching it. It’s very soothing hearing the patter of the drops as they smack against puddles & leaves, or the hissing as a car drives by – I live by a busy road, so this happens a lot.
Speaking of, I got some pictures during my walk, you probably saw one or two of them. I didn’t manage to capture it, but I particularly remember one bit of this walk that I liked. I live next to a rather big hill that leads up to a school, and at the bottom of that is a small intersection with a house. As I strutted up the hill, the tree was raining leaves itself, like it was a beautiful piece of animation from a show set in the fall. Very dreamy.
Near the top of said hill is this collection of power poles, and from where I was standing, it looked like a very interesting web of wires streaking across the silver sky. This walk really got my artist brain working…
My favorite shot I took...
To be honest, I don’t really know why I love the rain so much. I don’t recall much of my childhood, let alone any one day that cemented the rain as impactful for a young Stup, usually a day cast in grays & wetness should be dreary & blegh. But something about it… I think it’s because everything ends up neutral & wet. There’s no shadows, nor highlights… no darkness, nor light.. not a hint of blues, yellows, oranges, or any other color the sky can come up with. You just get to see everything as it is, bathed in a shower of nature. It’s an honest kind of weather; the only things it can hide are those that get washed away.
...did that mean anything? I’m not sure. It sounded a little important though, otherwise I wouldn’t really care. Just like the rain I suppose.
