On rainy or snowy days, even though my outward self reflects the harsh and closed nature of the weather, my inner self still reflects its hidden paradise. That is, it softens; I grow as light as a feather.

On rainy or snowy days, even though my outward self reflects the harsh and closed nature of the weather, my inner self still reflects its hidden paradise. That is, it softens; I grow as light as a feather. Why do I say this? Perhaps so someone might learn to read my relationship with the weather. A “big” gift given on a sunny day would probably leave little impression on me. A “small” gift given on a cloudy day, however, would overshadow that “big” one.