Posted by FunkyPlaid | Filed under Meta
Well, I asked for cold and I got it–in spades. This is definitely soup-and-tea country.
But there’s a magic that comes with the rain. And raining, it is, and was…all day long. I’ve always loved it so much, and in the Bay Area back home, the winters are full of fog, and mist, and rain. Some people get depressed by “foul” weather, but I refuse to even call it that. When the skies are clouded over and the precipitory splendor pitters on the streets, I feel like I’m back in the womb. Comfort comes from tires jetting past on the avenue below, kicking up a fine cocktail of Gulf Stream runoff and…can’t be motor oil, can it? There’s no need for uplifting music, because the driving, slogging dirges that are meant to accompany such a celebration of inundation match the incessant downfall right on the other side of the freshly-painted pane. No pain, at all…
So now I have a few days of down time and I enjoy–very much–staring out the window of the new room in the new flat, watching the people walk up and down the old streets, and laugh, and yell, and cry. Them, not me. Who needs schoolwork? *This* is education. And a gentle, albeit moist, reminder of the glorious power of electric heating as it casts gentle distortions upon the double-paned glass. And I don’t care if all that carefully-harnessed energy leaks out the window; I’m keeping it open, to hear, and smell, and Be. Back in the womb, once again.
Bring on the Pouring!
2 Responses to “Drip a Drop.”
September 29th, 2003 at 12:09 pm
I myself have never been a fan of the rain but you've nearly gotten me convinced. I wish the rain looked as charming here as it does where you are.
September 30th, 2003 at 9:31 am
It's just a good angle, is all.
Still wet, here or there.