Run away Rainy day.

friday and saturday. umm. at the top of my head i can only remember....
i didnt go out on fridaaaaaaay. i scared the shit out of my mom as she was backing up XD
i "lost" my phone, i bathed the dog, it rained, i watched another episode of whitecollar. (daymn i absolutely ADORE that show). i felt inspired, and angst-y, i wanted to run run run away. i read the entire novel "Great Expectations". and i... imagined alot. 

i really do not agree well with rainy days. first they make me shiver,

and then they make the world look so much much more sad than it 

already is... and you can't go any which way with out leaving muddy tracks

all over the freshly washed floor. For being a "purifying" object it seems to unsettle 

a lot of dirt. and make mud. and the thunderstorms are just absolutely terrifying..!!!..

BUT.

I thank God for rain... when i am safe inside, tucked in bed, with all those lovely

dreamy thoughts, floating in my head.

And i thank Him for the pitter-patter that gently lulls me away,

it takes me to some memories of so many better days.

And the drops on the glass of my window, magnify everything they see,

and it makes me feel all small, in this great big world, beyond me.

Rainy days, make great kissing days, when you're miserably wet and cold,

but you couldn't be more grateful, because, you have, someone dear to hold.

Rainy days, make sunny days seem sunnier.

In the same way that tragedies, make comedies seem funnier. 

And so, i take each rainy day, as a reason to be,

a little bit more grateful, for all the things in me. 

XOXOXO