Maybe I'm a ficus, in some botanical Matrix, dreaming of being a human. Probably not, though.
Sometimes, I think it is just that I like changes of pace. I never understood how people could complain about a rainy day after a string of sunny days. Don't they get tired of the sun?
I'm very sensitive to change, too. It's one reason I think I am not very good at picking out musical instruments. I react to so favorably, sometimes, to any change in sound that I forget to evaluate the quality of the change...maybe it is the general change in the sound of the day.
I don't think those are the only things, though; it can't just be a change of pace or sound that makes me feel so "right" when it rains.
It might be the same as with snow -- a kind of relief for an overactive brain, when the colors become minimized in the world. It helps my mind to become more quiet...the way music does. Speaking of music, the white noise tremolo of the rainfall serves the same purpose. It quiets me inside.
Time to open the windows and take in the grey music.
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