There’s just something so soothing about a gray sky. It’s like, when the sun is out, it’s beginning for attention, shining it’s brightest to try to get noticed. When the clouds take control of the sky, there’s just this eerie calm. It’s not trying to get your attention. It’s just happening. Just existing because it does. And I guess it’s things like that that grab MY attention. Things that aren’t fighting to impress, things that are just there because they are and they’re complacent with that.

The gray sky rolls in, doesn’t fight the sun at all. The sun tries to shine through the various sections of sky not yet gray, fighting for control. The clouds just keep coming. Not worried about a thing. I guess it’s those characteristicts that I find appealing about a rainy day.

The sky breaks and the rain starts pouring. It’s not trying to get noticed. The rain is just following the law of gravity. If it feels too heavy for the clouds to hold…why hold on to it any longer? And so the rain cascades on the grass, the pavement, lawn furniture, vehicles, buildings, rooftops, covering it all like a blanket. Rain can be dangerous, but I’d much rather just sit at home and stare at the rain and the sky like I’m doing now than going out and driving in it.

I’m as thankful as the trees and the plants and the grass and the animals and the vegetation for the rain. It feeds all of those things, allows them to grow. And in much the same way, it feeds my creativity, allows it to wonder and ponder. It allows me to write lyrics, with the pitter patter of the rain drops acting as nature’s own metronome. I feel like it’s been put there for me, but that’s just me being selfish.

So when the clouds take control of the sky peacefully, and the rain starts coming down, I don’t wish for it to go away.

The rolling thunder that booms in the sky, it doesn’t scare me. Sure it’s loud, but it’s not obnoxious. It’s just such a full, pure, natural sound that stimulates my ears. I love the sound. It’s like the sky speaks to me, if I want it to. The lightning that very often accompanies thunder seems artistic to me. Although it can be dangerous, just think of all the lightning patterns you’ve seen. It’s never the same. It’s like a piece of art that only gets created once, then it dims and out comes another. You can photograph it of course…but it’ll never be the same as if you had seen it happen with your own eyes on that huge canvas that is the sky.

I love it.