Depressed Ppl Have Depressed Perceptions. In all quiet, timid, confidentiality she reveled to me that rainstorms depress her; they fill her up with woe. Incredulous, I implored her to explore her reasoning, reveal to me the method behind her sadness… Gradually she surrendered, slowly she began, “First off, they are always so dark, they’re always so dreary. You can tell it is storming outside because daylight fights back poorly, the world you see becomes blanketed by a bluesy song. Then – there’s this deathly still that permeates like its own special cloud, Birds cease their chattery song, insects cease their chittery call… Everyone’s scared into silence at the raging potential of their Mother Nature. Because, of course, when it rains – it always pours.. as if Nature is scorned, and her punish is downpour, so much sometimes, it’s as if she’s telling us to drown… ‘Here – you pagans, you want my lifeblood, you take it! You choke it down! How pathetic you jump with fright …at the snap of my finger!! How sad you quiver when I scorch the earth with my stinger!! And after it passes – there’s always this moment of recovery Those living must gather their wits and their things Shake of this saturation – try and salvage themselves For the next storm that comes – that always comes… M, L. Michael 7/23/09
Depressed Ppl Have Depressed Perceptions
In all quiet, timid, confidentiality she reveled to me
that rainstorms depress her; they fill her up with woe.
Incredulous, I implored her to explore her reasoning,
reveal to me the method behind her sadness…
Gradually she surrendered, slowly she began,
“First off, they are always so dark, they’re always so dreary.
You can tell it is storming outside because daylight fights back poorly,[…]
Every Breath Poetic 