rain rain

Like so much of the nation, we've been spoiled with an insanely mild winter around these parts.  So much so that I had gotten used to soaking in sunshine everyday on my way to work.  The past few weeks, however, have been rain, drizzles, and more rain - not exactly an elixir for an excellent mood.

This morning was no different: we woke to the patter of rain drops on our window and were greeted with messy, wet streets as we left. 

Normally, this somber weather does me in.  I complain as I pull on my wellies and mop my hair under a hood.  But this morning, something was different.  Instead of a mess, the rain was refreshing - a cleansing of the city and of the past. 

Instead of gloomy, it was peaceful - especially as its vehicle (the sullen yet silky cloud) curled itself around the Golden Gate.

  
And instead of saddening, it was uplifting - a reminder that not every day will be summer-like.  And that's okay because there's still beauty and value in each.

xoxo
KK