On Monday, it rained. Actually rained. On and off it showered and drizzled and poured for two glorious days. The air was cool, fresh. As I looked out my window as those beautiful raindrops fell from the sky, I let out a quiet little sigh.
My soul loves the moody days the most. Unfortunately, the mosquitos like those days the most too — but I wasn’t going to let that stop me.
Out I went, camera in hand, hoodie on. Slathered in mosquito repellant, though that didn’t help all that much.
After weeks of sunshine, the forest soaked up the rain, the soil slowly absorbing that life-sustaining moisture.
If I could bottle the smell of rain in the forest, wouldn’t that be something special?
I used to hate the rain when I was younger. The dark days saddened me, the wet and cold felt heavy and pervasive.
Now, when people comment with dislike, ugh, what a gloomy day, I smile and whisper, yes, isn’t it wonderful?
All you really have to do is slow down a little, pause, look around you. There are tiny magical scenes everywhere.
The forecast looks like it will remain a little cooler for the rest of the week. I might even get a day or two more of moody showers.
Until next time,
♡ Whitney
Your photo's are stunning, Whitney! It seems to be constantly raining here in the UK at the moment, but it's a beautiful reminder to go out and witness the magic that it brings to the spaces we love. :)
The peace, wonder, and curiosity these photos stir in me - truly wonderful photography and I love your story of how you see rainy days differently now