I love rainy-day clouds. They make me think of all sorts of words I don't normally think of. And even though some of them sound dark and menacing, like foreboding or ominous, rainy days actually make me feel relaxed and at peace with my inner self.
Oooh, or how about apocalyptic? If that's not cryptic, I don't know what is. Also, soporific. I love that word.
Baneful. That's a new word I learned. It's in "Harry Potter". J.K. Rowling refers to Harry's expression as baneful. What the heck does that mean? Destructive; pernicious. Funny, those are the words I use to describe my kids sometimes. Now I can just sum it up. Baneful.
But I, personally, love these murky, bistered days. I love hearing the rain clatter on the roof. I love the smell of wet dirt. I enjoy the cryptic words that randomly pop into my head. I love the feeling of rebirth the rain brings. I love how green everything is afterwards. All of these appeal to my water sign (I threw that in for you Brett). I could happily live in Oregon or Washington. I don't even carry an umbrella (except the one Brett mercifully put in my car for my children's personal comfort. He's a good daddy). I actually prefer standing in the rain and getting wet.
Enjoy this beautiful day.