humidity that fills the air when it rains, I miss that

there's been plenty of gloomy days lately

it's grey everywhere. colours are muted, people turn bland. days like these, it seems pointless to wake up and have that coffee in the morning

because really, what are you going to do?

then it rains

there's a bench at home I sit on to watch the rain. see the droplets trickling from the leaves of the hung orchids, probably the only nourishment they ever get, and the cats cowering away in a damp corner

wet days, quiet days in memories of fond days

here's just gloomy