I love it when it rains (heavily). That's if I'm at home with nowhere to go. Not that I'm casting a dampener on the plans of others, but I love the impending 'grayness' before the storm. I love how Mother Nature paints the world in somber hues of gray. I love how the wind blows around you with this coolness that's refreshing. And when it pours, I love the sound of rain pitter-pattering on the windows, and I love how everything smells so 'washed' after a downpour, and how the air remains cool for the rest of the day.
YET, I also love it when the sky is really clear and blue and the sun is shining with just the right amount of intensity, and how everything looks more vibrant than usual. The trees and grass look greener. Flowers look brighter. It's as if Mother Nature used every vibrant color in her palette to paint a postcard-perfect picture of the world.
Then again, I love looking up at the clear night sky, especially when there's a full moon shining down from above, and stars strewn across the dark canvas of night. And when I'm lying on my bed, I'd pull back the curtains and just watch the moon through my windows while moonlight filters through into my bedroom.
Maybe I love looking up at the sky because it reminds me of how vast and infinite the universe really is and how we are just infinitesimal specks in the entire picture. It's ridiculous how Man considers himself such a big screaming deal sometimes when you look at how tiny he is compared to the rest of this world. It truly is a very humbling experience. 
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