I love the rain. Especially when I feel depressed. Rain makes my problems seem much smaller, although I guess they’re not as big as I think they are, so I guess it makes the problems seem, more manageable? More realistic. But when it rains, everything looks glum and sad, so it takes away the contrast of the colorful summer, and all the happy people, and replaces it with grey skies, gray tints on the surroundings. Colors seem less lively, and people even look less happy, just because its raining. Even trees look dead.
Maybe it will rain while I’m in Pismo. Then my problem with her will seem more manageable, and I can find the solution.
Then again, maybe things will just work out. Things have a way of doing that, if you didn’t notice. It might not seem like it all the time. But things tend to work themselves out, even if in a small way, and just for a short amount of time…