Weather · Japanese · Raijin, Fujin, Amaterasu
A specific draw
Frozen card, same seed, same composition. Kami of wind and rain, Raijin with his ring of drums, Fujin with his bag of winds, Amaterasu deciding each morning to come out of the cave.
Japanese · cloudy
Tsukuyomi
Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto, moon-kami of the pale overcast night
The strange mercy in Tsukuyomi's story is what came after the sword. From the slain food-goddess's body the world received its living, the ox and the horse from her head, millet from her brow, silkworms from her eyebrows, rice from her belly, wheat and beans besides. His cruelest moment seeded every field in the islands, though it cost him his sister's face forever. Grey days carry that same quiet arithmetic, something ended, something fed. Whatever went wrong for you lately may already be composting into use, that is not comfort exactly, it is just how the old stories keep working. Let the flat light hold you while it does.
A flat grey sky is a soft mirror, whatever face you bring it comes back gentler.