Rainy evenings

Rainy evenings. In my city, the traffic's bad today. It's always bad in the rain. Like somehow it's the rain's fault. And maybe it is. maybe it makes everyone a little colder, a little more pissed off at the world. Or do we just need something to blame? But right now I'm sitting in the car, waiting for the light to go green, and the surrounding windows are covered with a hundred tiny droplets, just starting to crystallize. For a minute, everything turns golden. And then red. And I'm so sad. The worst part is that I do not know why. I guess there are too many reasons, and I can't quite discern which one it is this time. And I know it will pass soon. Like it does every time. But until it does. This doesn't feel good.