rainy days

i was reading one of my all-time-favorite blogs ('welcome for the shout out fraction) the other day and found this little tidbit: "With something that could pass as love on a rainy day". first of all, i dont think rainy days are any less romantic than other days, in fact, they might be more romantic than dryer days.

tonight happens to be a rainy night (coincidence), i think its stopped now, but it was raining steadily most of the night. but thats not really important. i think as far as weather goes, rain best captures the nature of love (clear starry nights do too, albiet more whimsicly). love is bittersweet, while rain is more singularly melancholy. but love is not bittersweet in the way that a sunny day in febuary is. its a kind of bittersweet like rain, thats mostly sad but is somehow more than just that, theres a new meaning behind the rain. i dont want to say that love is all sadness and rain, there are certainly moments of euphoria but i think that mostly its a kind of sweet sadness.

love doesnt make sadness seem sweet, it adds a depth to that sadness that you never would have felt without falling in love. i guess i cant explain it to people who've never felt it (cop out, i know). i guess i'm grateful to feel this way, even if it has over the years brought more heartache than happiness. the happiness certainly makes it worth it, those moments are unlike anything else and i would walk through hell to feel that way, but theres something else that makes it worth it. it adds a depth to my life, a meaning that wasnt there previously. however contenting the rest of life might be, it just isnt the same, it doesnt have the...3rd dimension that she gives to it. sure, the heartache sucks, it really sucks (its my fault though, so dont think its nescesarily part of the package, so to speak) but most of the time, even when i'm not ridiculously happy, theres that something more that makes life complete somehow; that new sound in the rain, that sweetness in the air and in her smile.