Cold Weather

It has been too cold lately, to the point where I have to heat bath water with the stove, and I can barely feel my fingers and toes at times. It is that freezing cold.

I cannot help but feel sad in this weather. There is nothing like the howl of the wind to tell me that I am perfectly aching inside. The roaring whispers of the trees is a gentle  reminder that I am lost. The loud patter of raindrops seeps through to my loneliness.

I miss the sun. I miss friendships lost. I miss times gone. I miss happiness. I miss  love.

If this weather continues for days and days, I fear a visit from my old friend depression. So, please, sun, show yourself to me soon. I am slowly hating the rain, and this should not be so.