|Rainy Days and Mondays...don't really get me down at all, actually.|
It was raining.
It's been a while since I've woken up to a rainy morning. And I can't remember when it was so dark when I woke up. I could have almost mistaken Saturday morning for a wintry dark morning if it weren't for the sound of birds chirping in the rain. Birds sound a little different in the rain. There's kind of an echo effect to their song.
It was kind of a refreshing change of pace, to be honest. We've had so many sunny mornings for so long, I've forgotten when the last time we had a rainy early morning.
Back when we were in the thick of Quarantine, I remember musing on this very blog that I missed Mondays the Way They Used to Be. In a Sea of Saturdays, a little Monday morning every few days was like a bracing lemon sorbet after a days-long gorge on hot fudge sundaes.
Rainy Saturday morning was like the same thing, after days and days of stretching sun. It felt like everything outside and in the air was getting cleaned off, watered, refreshed.
This spring changed everything. Like the song says, rainy days and Mondays used to bring me down. Now they're a welcome restart.