This was originally posted in July 23, 2009, as part of the original Reading in Between blog (which went a little off-track).
As of late, I have been feeling the very mild melancholy that often creeps up on a person during the rainy season – and indeed, it is very rainy this season. Perhaps the melancholy is far more persistent these days because the weather has acquired a rather distressing habit of alternating between sunny and rainy within a span of approximately twelve daylight hours. Being rather sensitive to all sorts of things (even though I could be insensitive when it comes to a whole lot of other things too), I often find myself needing to find ways to make the melancholy go away. Usually the most effective tactic for me is reading one particular poem by Maya Angelou.