The Color of a Rainy Day

In different shades of light and love

Vincent Van Patten
3 min readSep 23, 2022


Kyoto, Japan. Photo by the author.

The steady drum of rain makes it hard to get up. I open the curtain; a dim morning light permeates my room.

My mind fills with uncertainty, the things I have to do today — the pressure I put on myself to do.

I do my best to dispel the thoughts, for they provide nothing but weight to a mind that’s meant to fly.

I get out of bed and open the balcony door to watch as the rain slides upon the neighboring roof. A wave of melancholy flows through me; it can be hard to face the world, no matter what it promises.

Am I lonely? I don’t think so, yet it’s hard to know.

I have my thoughts to keep me company. They’re mostly encouraging; they’re the foundation of what makes me happy to be me. But life is life and we’re tough on ourselves, and it can feel like there’s nobody who can really understand what’s it like in our mind, our heart, our soul.

It’s okay to feel down, to feel pressure, to accept it and face the day, regardless if the world is grey. That weight might vanish when we least expect it.

Color comes not only from what we can see, what we discern as a blue sky or green grass or the autumn colors of the changing leaves. The world is full of color — it comes as…