So, I'm going to ask you all to explain
something to me.
I walk outside, and there's water
falling from the sky. The world is cool, clean, calm and beautiful.
The clouds and the winds move light through the sky and onto the
ground and everything is in balance and finding renewal.
And most of you say it's depressing,
unpleasant, nasty weather. The average person hears it's going to
rain and lose their smile immediately. This is something I have
never understood.
Some say it's related to Seasonal
Affective Disorder, where some people become depressed because they
don't get enough sunlight into their retinas. This unbalances the
sleep cycle and may lead to Vitamin D deficiencies, among other
effects.
But the light is still there, and a
single afternoon isn't enough to invoke a true state of SAD, so what
is it? I look up and see the marbled white-and-gray light and enjoy
it. It is not the hard, brassy blue-sky sunlight, it is sunlight
filtered through what feels almost like stained glass. The rest of
you look up and see... what?
I do not, and probably never will,
understand this prejudice against the rain. Every day it rains here,
I look to the green that is everywhere and know that these two things
are directly related. I go to Southern California every now and
again, and find slight horror in the fact that you can spot the City
Limits because that's where the grass turns from brown to green.
Green shouldn't be caged like that, and neither should a desert be
twisted into something it's not.
When I was in High School, my cousin
Greg and I remodeled our house a bit. This resulted in me having a
bedroom that was partly under the roof. With just Styrofoam batts in
the ceiling for insulation, I could hear the rain with incredible
clarity. The most peaceful sleep of my life was under that roof,
during rain.
How can that make anyone sad?
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