The Sky Is Raining

When I was twelve, I wrote a story, and in it, the main character/narrator says something to the effect of the following (although I don't remember word for word): I began to think about the weather. Not a thrilling topic, I know, but one which has a big effect on all our lives.

Literature, movies, and music have been using weather to their advantage for centuries, probably longer, to the point that groups like Flight of the Conchords spoof weather images:

I'm not crying
It's just been raining
on my face.

No matter how long the weather has been used in art, however, it should never really get old. The weather really does affect our moods, and sometimes, it truly reflects them.

My classmate Amanda wrote about this in a recent blog post, and as she sat in a gloomy evening of a gloomy day, she says, "For once, nature was the rational being."

Sometimes, that's why I like nature so much. It reminds me what reality is, connects me back to the world, gets me out of myself. I commend Amanda's choice to retreat to nature on an undeniably bad day. And I hope she has many more sunny skies on the horizon.