The Skies are Crying

I am maybe a little spoiled. The winter is warm, and I'm not having to dress very carefully for the weather. I put a pair of leggings on under a dress and roll with it. Today, I added my Joan of Arc boots... just because. Well, more than because.

I maybe needed an emo boost. When I wear my boots, I feel a little less vulnerable and a little more prepared for what's coming at me. I've been sad, and I've been crying.

I maybe underestimated the weather. I heard rain, and saw rain. I knew there was rain. I noticed the rain as it poured down on me in buckets. My socks are wet to the toes, you can wring water out of my gloves, and my base layer is drenched. Even the skies are crying. I still feel better than if I hadn't ridden in to work.