my kind of cloud

It's been so rainy and cold, all gloomy and grey. I like it. I know only a few does but I don't complain much about the rain more than I complain about the sun. Wet feet and all.

When I lived for a short time in Italy exactly 4 years ago now (whoa! Where'd time go?) I'd walk outside on chilly nights that the old lady next door had to come by and "italian" talked me about catching a bad cold and worse pneumonia if I continue what I do at 8 o'clock after dinner when everyone's bundled up and probably snoozing. She's right, I must be nuts to do so. But the crisp, chilly air feels so good when I breathe, like sucking in menthol as if it'd clear up my lungs and all of my insides. Like it'd cleanse all the pollution I breathed in for all the years that I've been alive. I'd walk the snow barefoot and it didn't hurt. What is wrong with me???My past life could be an arctic bear. (with little patience and big appetite of course)

There is no winter here where I live. The Philippines has no drizzling snow, no ice capped mountains, no use for sleds and snow angels... Just the sun sunny summer and the rain rainy days of the cold season. Tropical.

The beach here are amazing, but I don't know why I love the rainy months best.



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