Finding Peace in the Grey

There is just something about the cloudy, rainy days that feels so mine. I’ve always fancied gloomy weather — the gentle sound of rain hitting the ground, the earthy scent that rises when droplets touch the soil, and the way clouds gather above as if they’re all caught up in an interesting gossip. It’s peaceful, poetic and deeply comforting. If you are someone who also finds magic in gloomy rainy days — this one is for you.

I’ve never really deep-dived into why I love the gloomy weather so much — until recently it struck me why I’ve always been so fascinated by it. Gloomy weather feels like a soft pause in the middle of chaos. It’s the kind of day that brings me peace. Sitting by the window on my single bed, wrapped in cozy blankets, sipping hot coffee while watching the rain — that’s my kind of therapy. On days like these it feels as though the world slows down just enough for me to breathe, create and to draw life however I want. When I lived in Scotland for my master’s, I used to do the same. The fall, and the grey sky made me feel as if I were living inside of a painting. Reading a book in the faint light that gently excuses itself through the window always felt like poetry to me. One of my favorite gloomy weather rituals is cozying up to watching my comfort movies and shows. Whether it is rewatching Gilmore Girls and noting down Rory’s book recommendations or bawling my eyes out to the Dead Poet’s Society — there’s truly no season perfect than this one.

It’s so comforting — these are the days when the weight of expectations feels lighter. I remember it’s okay to slow down, to rest, to have slow mornings and to simply exist. And honestly, that’s the most amazing thing I can do for myself. Even now, I have a long list of movies I want to rewatch — and the only thing that is stopping me from watching Confessions of a Shopaholic again is finishing this article. But it’s not just about the movies; cloudy weather brings out the dreamer in me. It allows me to think deeply, to come up with new ideas and to question everything around me. It makes me wonder more about what I want to do, and less about whether I can do it. Maybe because, I always craved peace and quiet, and that’s why this season feels so close to my heart. Everything looks even more prettier — the soft drizzles, the wet leaves scattered on the ground, the frogs croaking, and birds singing clearer than ever. My feet instinctively look for my warm blanket, while the cool breeze brushing against my face now and then makes me smile without a reason. It’s pure joy. Even the lyrics of my favorite songs feel deeper and more beautiful with every listen, and I let myself completely sink into them. It’s not just that the voice of my anxious mind grows quieter — it’s that the voice of my heart finally gets louder. I know it’s funny how much the weather can change and affect one’s mood, but there’s something poetic about it. Every year, I wait for this season the way a child waits to be picked up from school by her parents — with relief, joy, excitement and warmth (which is ironic considering how cool the weather is). But perhaps that’s what makes it special. And I have to admit, I’m also a huge fan of how early it gets dark and how long the mornings stay soft — gloomy season truly is the season for perfect naps.

So, this time I don’t have a strong conclusion or a list of things you should do — unlike my recent articles. This one’s simply a love letter to the weather I adore so deeply. I just wanted to share this quiet admiration with you all. So, to all my fellow gloomy weather lovers — soak in this season completely. Treat it like a gentle reward for all the effort you’ve put in throughout the year. The world outside may be grey, but somehow it makes everything within me feel alive and warm.