Gray Skies

I love the dark skies that promise storms. I always have. Even when an event is planned, I am never disappointed or discouraged when clouds gather. I've thought about it many times, and wondered if my personalty lends itself to bouts of depression or my own grayness, as I can be a moody person. But then I love the sun as well, and find great pleasure in it's warmth. No, I can't really put my finger on it.

I think it might originate in part from my growing up in the California sunshine, almost endless, and the excitement and anticipation that would inevitably arise when rain clouds would chance to fill the sky. Those were cookie baking days, or playing indoor games, building Barbie houses and reading under a blanket or putting on lonely rubber boots and neglected umbrellas to splash in the puddles. Perhaps it arises even farther back, from some ties to my Scottish ancestors and the beautiful land where rain and clouds are never far away.

These days, I still find pleasure in dark skies, and find myself inevitably drawn to the kitchen to bake something, opening the windows wide to the sweet smell of rain soaked grasses, the heavenly sounds on the roofs and pavements...and the peace of just sitting on the front porch under a warm blanket, content.