Lullabye for A Stormy Day

The sound of rain crashing on the roof woke me up today.

I surprised myself by making coffee without sugar and putting on my mother's two-month-old sweater. There is a little doorstep at the back of the house which looked too lonely this stormy morning that I thought I should keep company.

I love stormy mornings. Vienna Teng must have loved stormy mornings too--how else in the world can she make the perfect soundtrack for days like these?Her melodies and falsettos just get to me, her lyrics like the gospel of the forlorn and the melancholic. She caters to that part of me which feels alive with the occassional tug at the heartstrings. I am, after all, a descendant of Sisyphus. I guess we all are. Existentially.

I don't know if I speak for you at this point, but let me just say there is beauty in carrying the weight of the worlds we create for ourselves, as well as those imposed on us by others, with or without our consent. It is like an art of  some sort, particularly of allowing which boulders to carry and which ones to throw back at their hurlers--gracefully, in french manicure. We subconsciously give in to pain, but only to the extent short of self-destruction, and only to emerge more alive, more beautiful, more ferocious than ever.

The rain still pounds on the roof and it shows no sign of stopping. I am savoring this grand display of sweet melancholy with Vienna Teng's lullabye...And someday you'll know that nature is so, This same rain that draws you near me Falls on rivers and land and forests and sand, Makes the beautiful world that you see In the morning...

Just apt for the day I will spend tucked under the blanket.

*Thanks to December Sun at flickr.com for the photo