Rain

The sky outside was dark and grey. The atmosphere hinted at rain through the smell, feel, and sound of the air. Rain has a unique smell and stepping outside there was a smell of dirt as if the ground was preparing to absorb the moist droplets.  A sound of a slight breeze to the thunder off in the distance could signal the early warning signs of rain. At the moment, the leaves gently swayed in the breeze.  The feel of rain was a thickness; the humidity in the air left the air itself feeling heavy, what some may refer to as “air you can wear.” This weather often brought upon the headache that was completely dreaded. It threatened behind the eyes at the moment but wasn’t completely there yet. The weather was perfect for sitting at home reading a good book or sleeping snuggled up to a warm body in a comforting set of arms, which at the moment were missing from this life. There was a book waiting to be finished sitting on the nightstand at home. Unfortunately, it was a work day and instead of reading a good book, spreadsheets were analyzed in its place. Not quite the way such a day should be spent and there was much resentment in the inability to just walk out the door and head to the house. The one benefit of carpooling was it caused for the rider to be held responsible at work. Watching out the window wistfully, the sky continued to darken and midday the street lights started to shine. Yes, this would be the perfect weather to be home not sitting in an office chair. Continuing to watch out the office window at the weather, the pavement began to show dark spots as the rain drops started. Cars drove down the road slowly, careful as the streets began to become slick as the rain was enough to cause the oil residue to rise to the surface but not wet enough to wash it away. Almost all the cars driving down the road had on headlights and their windshield wipers pounding out a rhythm of their own.  Too soon the drops of rain start to smear the window pane making the view an odd shimmering blurred view and it is realized too much time has been spent just watching the puddles collect the water as the people in the parking lot next door dash through the drops. There is still much work to be done and although the thoughts an annoyance, it’s what must be done. With a shrug, a last look through the blurred window into the activity beyond the office, and a sigh, it’s finally time to push it all out of mind, embrace the slight thump behind the temples which the rain has brought with it, and return to the task at hand and the numerous spreadsheets laid out on the computer screen.