A rainy day with hints of beautiful colour in the typically grey skies calls for a classic song, methinks.

I remember when I first heard this song, it was the second verse that really caught my attention:  “…And all I can do is read a book to stay awake/And it rips my life away, but it’s a great escape…”  I spent my entire (mostly miserable) childhood buried in the pages of books, running from everyone and everything, including my own head.  In the world of books, there was a quiet.  A peace.  Even if the story was a tale of horror, it somehow felt better than reality.

In books, I believed in the possibility of brighter tomorrows after the rainy days.  Standing in the rain, I believed in renewal.  I believed in days without mental storms.

Maybe they’re on the horizon…

Day 209:  No Rain – Blind Melon