notes from the wastebasket

It rained today. Not the kind of rain that you quietly watch from inside, then run like a madwoman as you step outside, but eventually slow down when you realize that you're completely saturated with water. It was the kind of rain where when you walked into it, it felt as if you were gently beging caressed by the world and the only evidence is the bit of moisture left on you skin.
It's funny how the weather can set the tone for the rest of your day. Why is that? Supposedly, we're some of the most rational people around, but a semmingly random event can shape the course of your day.