Providence

Sometimes, I feel that rainfall is the direct result upon the window to the soul. Happiness cannot be dampened by actual wetness, and melancholy will be forever prolonged by it. It is, however; seemingly difficult to be melancholic while the sun is beating upon you. It is, therefore, to be concluded, that it is in fact, easier, to be happy. Unless, one lives in London. Which could be why so many prolific writers are indeed, British. The weather here has been dreary to the point of flooding. In fact, massive flooding that the area has not seen in many years. The mountains are weeping their Spring tears, and the clouds, add to the swell of the rivers daily. Our little valley has indeed become more river than valley.

Although I fear I may die of dampness, I have always been extreme in my emotions, dying, also meaning, slightly uncomfortable. Yet, it moves me to actually believe in the contrast of life. For, without bad, good cannot exist, without melancholy, there cannot be happiness, and without rain, sunshine can never be appreciated.