Rainy Days

I realise that I haven't been posting much, and even if I have, it's mostly pictures cos I'm too damned lazy to be arsed to really type anything. To any readers out there, sorry.

The problem is that I don't know what to post about at the moment. There are thousands of thoughts that go through my mind on a daily basis, but none major enough to actually do a blogpost about. Nothing interesting has happened in my drab, boring life, except for my very recent addiction to rainy day songs.

So I guess I'll blog about that.

What's a rainy day song, you may ask? Well, it's a song you listen to when it rains (duh!). What sets this song apart from all the other songs there are that exist in this world would be the fact that these are absolutely perfect for rainy days and rainy days only. Even when you listen to them on hot sunny days, they still invoke feelings of taking a long bus ride and staring out of the window while it pours. Am I making sense, even...?

I've been trying to find some good rainy day songs, but most of the results I get are songs with the word "rain" in their titles. Which really pisses me off - I mean, a rainy day song does not necessarily HAVE to have the word "rain" in it. Pffft. Some good rainy day songs (in my opinion) would be Ed Sheeran's songs (Wake Me Up is a personal favourite, along with The A Team). There are some others that I love too - I'll be putting the videos up at the end of this post.

This post was a really random one, as well as disgustingly short (how I even passed Creative Writing class, I have no idea), but well, I'll just end this post here.

So the next time it rains, or if you happen to see dark clouds gather, you'll know that somewhere out there, I'll be plugging in to my music and listening to my rainy day music :)

Just curious, what's your rainy day music? Leave a comment and let me know!





Let the skies darken, and the rain fall,
for I shall have all that I need in music.
They shall keep me company.

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