The rain will pass, my love.
It takes a lot to say that confidently, coming from someone who swears by SAD-seasonal affective disorder. I mean, it was only about a week ago when I was saying to BA: I’m sorry for being majorly cranky.. Because, simply put, I wasn’t being myself. Not at all. I was drowning inside my apartment from watching the rain flood the pavement outside.
Rain. I can’t do this anymore. Rain. I’m going insane. Rain. It’s June, isn’t it? More rain. Can we move? We should just pack up and go. And the rain continued to drip from the leaves. Yes, the clouds and the darkness have an effect on us all, I truly believe. But here’s what I noticed: the rain didn’t stop. My outbursts due to the utter disgust in this so-called summer weather did not stop the sky from crying. It just kept dripping.
Drip. Drip. Laptop keys making their mark on a word document. Drip. More keys. Drip.
Even the dogs mood seemed to be changing. His tail shifting slightly from the cold floor to the soft rug. Moping around, probably daydreaming of eating the flowers he gets told not to eat, the holes he gets told not to dig (over and over again). Of his favorite soccer ball rolling through the grass. I heard that dogs can sense your energy. I heard that they take it with them. Smart things, aren’t they?
I looked at him, with his droopy brown eyes and fluffy blonde hair, and I remembered his upbeat energy at the beach over the long weekend. I was always told not to stare, it’s not polite, but I couldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop either. We both stared at each other.
The rain will stop, and I’ll let you dig a hole and eat the flowers that will have gotten over watered.
We played soccer.. inside. It became a new thing. The coffee table as the net; his paws as the goalie. He’s good, really. Maybe even better inside. Less space, more skills.
For running and exercise, we sprint up and down the hallway of our apartment building. He likes it better when BA is there, a faster runner. When it’s just us two, Jameson and I, we run and then play tug-o-war with the leash.
The rain will stop. The sun will come out again. Some day. And for now, we make the most of what we have.
Each other. Health. Happiness.
We go insane, together.
What are you doing to spend your rainy days? Please do tell, the dogs leash is almost ripped in half.