I stare out of this window with a smirk as I playback a days worth of complaints from passerby’s about the weather.

”Why does it have to rain today?! It’s too wet. It’s so ugly outside. I’m so over it.”

I’m working some of the last shifts as an undergrad Depot Assistant at Franklin Pierce. I promised myself I wouldn’t just go through the motions before I graduate, but actually appreciate and absorb every moment as it is presented to me.

The only sound now is my own breathing and the dull drone of lights and air vents. A thought hits me: Do people truly hate the weather, or do they find it more comfortable to assume the usual not-so-chipper-attitude when passing someone on a rainy day?

I wonder if these grey skies are as negative of an experience as we want to perceive it to be.

It’s like everyone has forgotten the yearly tons of salt we use to get through snow storms for the weekly grind, or the constant ebb and flow of crushed glass and beer beer cans, all drenched in a layer of Dunkin Donuts and Foggs coffee.

I feel like this place and many others have become immune to the wonders of a rainy day. These complaints undermine the miracle of the sky washing away the bitterness of pollution and the life around here in general.

Rainy skies are natures reset button. Let’s work together to shift our perspective as a passerby.

Let’s challenge ourselves to remind every person we come into contact with that today is a good day - especially if it’s a rainy one!