To say that I hate the rain would be misleading. It would, however, not be misleading if I said that sometimes the rain can prove to be one of the banes of my existence.
Now, I won't say that I'm prone to panic or anxiety attacks. While I'm fairly high strung, I'm usually composed enough to keep myself calm. This is something I've regained over the course of the past year, give or take. Given how my emotional state of well being has fluctuated for the most part, but it has stabilised.
Now, with this said, I must admit that after a day of driving around, which I don't usually do, I find the rain feeding on old paranoia and fear stemming back to September 2006. I'm not going to go in depth about what happened. That's a story to tell later. I'll just relate that this time it was in the role of the passenger that I felt the old anxiety rise up.
For a slight clue -- not being able to see more than five feet in front of you while riding in torrential rain is bloody well terrifying when you're more than a little tired. Granted, a cat coming up to you and silently asking to be pet is most definitely a great comfort. Especially when said cat was previously too scared to come near you.
With that said, I'm going to clutch at a strawberry blonde tom who is currently climbing all over me. (Don't you wish you could say that at various points in time. ;)
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