Saturday, December 9, 2006

The Color of Rain

I’m sitting in my living room listening to the pattering of the rain on the skylights and watching the pine trees outside twist and sway with the wind. Everything in the house is illuminated by the dim blue-grey glow I call the color of rain. I’m tucked in on the couch under a warm blanket wearing the same hooded green sweatshirt I wore on rainy days over a decade ago in middle school. A lot has changed about the sweatshirt since then; there are loose threads here and there and numerous holes in the sleeves for my fingers to poke through. A lot has stayed the same; it still keeps me warm on rainy days.