Coming home alone during the rain after a hard day of work and a harsh critique.
It makes me wonder about a lot of things, like why people hate the rain. You have to accept
the beauty of the world along with the sacrifices. Do you stay outside and look at
the gorgeous sky as it swells and bursts with tiny droplets, risking being wet
and cold, and possibly getting sick? Or do you shun the rain, shrink from it's touch, avoiding
the beautiful fragments it makes in the light of the sky?
I wonder how much weather/temperature choices display
the inner personalities of people.
It makes me wonder about a lot of things, like why people hate the rain. You have to accept
the beauty of the world along with the sacrifices. Do you stay outside and look at
the gorgeous sky as it swells and bursts with tiny droplets, risking being wet
and cold, and possibly getting sick? Or do you shun the rain, shrink from it's touch, avoiding
the beautiful fragments it makes in the light of the sky?
I wonder how much weather/temperature choices display
the inner personalities of people.
