For the past two days in Blacksburg, VA, it has been rather dreary. I woke up yesterday to the pitter-patter of rain drops on our window. I opened my eyes to see dark, hazy clouds. I lay in bed for about an hour and finally forced myself out of my nice, comfy bed and to face the day.
I had a test due for my math class, and in order to take it, I had to go outside, walk to the bus stop in front of the library, and take the bus to an off-campus facility that is located in a mall. The whole process of getting over there, taking my test, and getting back to my dorm room probably took an hour, hour and a half. Really not worth it for a math test.
But nevertheless, I liked the weather. It was nice to hear the pitter-patter of the rain while doing my reading. I didn't feel as inclined to go out and do something like I normally do. I just felt like curling up in my dorm and reading. Nothing like a lazy, Sunday drizzle to make you feel like hunkering down and getting some work done.
But Monday. Ugh, Monday. Still raining, still cloudy. But its not nice. It's not cozy. No, now we have to get up at 8:00 and walk across the drillfield to class. The rain has had me in a bad, lazy mood today. My mind has been waundering off during class while I'm supposed to be taking notes. And I found myself incredibly homesick when I called my mom today. Incredibly, incredibly homesick. I just wanted a break. I just wanted to go home and curl up in my mom's loving, understanding embrace.
I guess the rain can fall. But it just can't fall to fit your schedule, your mood.
What a world it would be if it could.
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