What an iconic statement, huh? It's true for my side of the world, although a more accurate (and less dramatic) title would be Autumn is Coming. Ya... I'm sticking with the original.
And with autumn comes the rain.
I used to fiercely dislike the rain and the grey and the gloom of cloud cover, but that's no longer the case. These past few rainy days have made me ponder about my emotional shift; I find myself feeling happy, basically relieved, to witness the rain, whereas a decade ago I would've felt depressed and cursed the clouds: "Why do you hate me!?" *throws rock at sky then gets bonked on head by said rock*
I'm certain there are many factors contributing to my newfound precipitation pleasure---I'm older, my tastes and activities have evolved, I live in a home with large windows and natural light, (which helps make even the gloomiest day seem less gloomy)---but the largest factor of them all is writing. The rain acts as inspiration for my stories and my writing, and I never understood or noticed this before, say a decade ago, because I didn't write yet. When it rained I was lost and antsy, dissatisfied and overwhelmed with the blues. The downpour couldn't have a more opposite effect on me today.
However! Though I've learned to love the rain through working and writing, eventually it does get to me. Rain is great, welcomed, beautiful in September, October, November--then if we're lucky we'll get some snow in December and January, although usually it's rain---and it continues from there, trickling into February, March and, of course, April. By the time we've had our "spring" showers, (which are no different than our autumn or winter showers), I'm ready for some sun.
I love the rain, I really do, but expect a hate-rant from me around March.