How much do I miss home? Enough to be absolutely enjoying these cold, wet, cloudy days. That's just HOW much :D
Everything seems darker as the day progresses and nothing seems to change much. The grass outside is cold and damp; just enough to soak the bottoms of my jeans. Brown birds huddle in groups around the puddles that are scattered on sidewalks like sprinkles on a cake. I breathe in deeply, the cold air cutting into my throat as if someone was slowly squeezing the life out.
The oaks stand still and strong, too massive to be affected by any of natures annoyances. Wind rolls in and out but their bare branches remain motionless. I watch through the cracks of the wooden blinds, staring at the winter day. The rain drops remind me of tears; messy and disorganized, hitting the ground in odd sizes and at different times. People pull out their umbrellas to shield themselves from the emotion.
I believe all you need is a raindrop to make you appreciate the little things in life.
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