La La Land is inundated with rain this week. It’s a nice feeling since we’ve been on drought watch for 5 years now.

Rainy weather makes me melancholy though. The sad drip, drip off the eaves sounds like the cry I should have had sometime in the past.  The cry for someone taken from us too early or at all. The cry we never had because dreams were disappointed.

We don’t let ourselves cry when we need it the most. Socialization gives us constraints that make us check our emotions to only be let out when appropriate. What does that even mean ‘when appropriate’?  When others feel like listening to you cry? or when you have had time to process the tears in your heart?

I’m doing my best to keep my freedom of openness to include my moods, no matter what they are and what they might be. Could be disconcerting for the fellow next to me but allowable with a light cover of reasonableness.