Rainfall of Regret
As I sit on this very rainy day and listen to the sound of the water hitting the roof and rattling down the gutters, I find that whatever regrets I have (or have had) seem to be more easily recalled. That doesn't always happen on a rainy day, but something about the gray skies pulls out the melancholy - but it does not pull enough for a total extrication. Perhaps that comes from some subconscious unwillingness to completely let myself be rid of those feelings of regret. That may be because many of my regrets come from the recognition of poor behavior on my part in the past. I find that in the midst of a thought, conversation, or walk between rooms or offices, that a flash of memory hits and I am back in high school, or a moment in college, or in some intangible age where I can hear or see myself acting poorly towards someone: making fun of them, saying something mean or mean-spirited, or not acting in a manner becoming of me. And as far back as some of th...