I love rainy days. I love gray, drizzly mornings. I love overcast afternoons. I love ’em all. Don’t worry, I’m not depressed, I just have light sensitivity and glare issues due to my low vision. Personally, it’s a bit confusing because for the vast majority of my life, rainy days were to be lamented (except for reading, you know this bookworm loved hiding away with a good paperback when it rained). Sunny days–filled with tag and swimming and tree climbing and all of that–were to be rejoiced, but now require me to pause and accessorize.
When I was a kid, summertime meant my parents demanded, I mean encouraged, my sister and I to play outside until the sun went down and/or it was dinnertime. I don’t remember ill effects from spending whole days at the pool or at the park. Those hours were what made my childhood great.
Now with my visual impairment, I reach for my sunglasses, my hat at the hint of sunshine. I’m ready for a hand of poker with my dark shades indoors. Me and my visually impaired friends and moody celebrities and poker players–we wear our sunglasses at night.
I see thunderclouds and I smile. Then I hear someone on the bus complain about all this rain and I remember oh right, this is usually a drag for people. You silly light dependents.
Like most things in life, it’s how you look at things, your perspective that determines the meaning. Sometimes, things are too bright despite my sunnies and I have to take a timeout to recharge, rest. That’s ok. The weather will vary. On the flip side, I can delight in the forecasted cloudy days. You know I love those.