A Hard Rain

Creak here. The weather's got me mad. The old saying, "Dogs get mad, people get angry!" makes sense here, since by mad I meant nuts, crazy, loco. After a brutal July, August has kicked in here with some of the strangest weather I've ever seen through these colorblind eyes. Downpour, then sun, then clouds, etc. As the weather has grown increasing crazy, many have commented loudly on the sharp change in disposition from old Creak. The weather doesn't leave me happy, and I've since felt far worse. Can emotion alone ail us, or aid us? Are we all creatures based so deeply on emotional states and needs that we may feel healthier if we are happier, or like old, arthritic dogs when we are unhappy? The answer my friends, is unequivocally yes.

How can this be so? Science tells us we may or may not feel well based on a trillion different reasons; a virus perhaps. But isn't it so that some of us feel worse on a rainy day? Why should this matter? Our constitution is so affected by the 'bad weather' that we may automatically feel less like ourselves (unless we live in Seattle or London, in which case the opposite is true.) In my case, a cloud in the sky means I'm grumpy for about a month, but hey, life's tough. In any case, I've found it impossible to even think of exercising in this weather, and even when the clouds part, I have lost all motivation. This is extremely distressing, but it has made for some interesting philosophical soul-searching whilst watching the rain pour down.

The conclusion I have arrived at is that rainy as long as the rain comes down, life will be something of a struggle, be it for extended periods of time or simply for a shower. I must battle my way through each storm, and though I may emerge wet, I have given it my best shot.