I love rain …
… But sometimes the rain isn’t physical. It isn’t wet, or deliciously cool, and it doesn’t tickle my cheeks or make playfully wide, stompable puddles. It’s more like a dreary downpour that just won’t stop, one that won’t allow the clouds to break up or the sun to peek through. The puddles this rain forms are chin-deep. It’s a soaking, cold greyness of the mind that can affect anyone, at any time, for any reason, and those of us with rheumatoid disease are very familiar with it.
It’s the soul rain. It’s hopelessness.
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Hi Wren, I hope you’re not feeling too rainy right now, but even when you do your artistic soul doesn’t leave you – hence coming up with ‘soul rain’ when the best I’ve been able to manage in the past is something like ‘the I’m never going to get better feeling’! 😉 Having a flare right now and your post might be just the thing to help me avoid the ‘I’m never going to get better feeling’! Thank you!