The trees look like Muppets this morning – their leaves bouncing in disjointed, hyper-animated movements, beckoning and warning me simultaneously. There I see an alligator. Over there, just above the doorway, I see a small crab. Then suddenly the wind ceases and so do they.
I love the rain. Not just because it knocks down all the pollen and allows me to breathe through my nose. I also love how it smells, especially when it hits warm earth. And I love that rush of wind that comes just before the first drop, like a deep inhalation of breath before the sky sings.
But most of all, I love the colors the rain brings – vibrant technicolor hues so intense they seem to drip from the shiny leaves and saturated awnings. The tiny mica flecks glitter in the concrete. The veins that spider through each piece of granite gravel revel in their brief moment of pronounced glory. Walls of brick return to the deep red of the Carolina clay from whence they came.
And when the sun finally returns, everything will be clean and ready for her arrival.
P.S. I Sprocketed. Seems you can bid on some of the Unabomber’s possessions. Because who wouldn’t want those, right? I know, I feel dirty, too. I’m gonna go stand out in that rain for a bit myself.
There is nothing at all dirty about bidding on the unhinged warblings of one shack dwelling mad man.
Than manifesto would be great fun to read at parties!
I was thinking it could be great wallpaper for a guest bathroom, right?
I could almost swear Tom G. was guest posting! Beautiful descriptions!
Now, tell me where I can get some Muppet trees.
But I didn’t make out in the back of any cars with any catholic girls. Yet.
You know I’m always available for heavy petting and blow jobs. Because as Catholic girls we always maintained that you could keep that virginity intact while getting things done.
Sigh… where were you when I was sixteen clumsy, and shy?
In the backseat of my high school boyfriends car. Which incidentally was parked in the abandoned parking lot of the old drive through
Lovely.
Now, pardon me…but did you say…Carolina clay??!
Mm hmmm. I spent many a year with that mud caked on the knees of my jeans. So I just assume all bricks come from NC.
Pookie, the Unabomber ain’t got nothin’ on the Bugginword manifesto. When can we bid on your stuff?
It’s all in storage, so it could probably be all yours for the price of a months rent on the unit.
Was expecting a critique on the musical show you viewed recently. This was nice. er.
Mama always said if I ain’t got nuttin nice to say….
I think I needed a cocktail for the full effect.
That was like poetic and stuff. You never cease to amaze me. Do you think that I could sell Sean’s items on Ebay? He hasn’t killed anyone. Yet.
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I would totally buy his used empty toothpaste tube.
Whoa, throwing down mad lyrical skillz. You’re like a technicolor word ninja. More, more, more!
Psssh. I leave the technicolor to the unicorns.
Gorgeous! And the rain has another thing going for her — she’s not snow.
Well said!
I love the reflection of traffic lights on rainy streets at night.
I love the rain too. But I have some conditions that are required for optimum rain enjoyment.
1. There’s not too much of it
2. It happens when the sun is also out (see “sun shower”)
3. My son is in daycare.
If any of these are contravened I’m going to have trouble with the rain. Recently I had, a literal, “perfect storm”.
After three days of relentless, pouring rain, and grey skies I sat on a drift of washing with my 4 years son who was sitting around my neck.
Him: It’s raining
Me: yep
Him: When will it stop?
Me: Never. I will never stop.
Him: I want to go outside.
Me: Yep. I know.
Him: Can I watch TV, eat chocolate and play on your iphone all at the same time.
Me: Yep. Knock yourself out.
I’m not a bad mother, just a desperate one.
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I love the smell of rains. And the sound of raindrops. I love walking in the rain too, getting soaked. I have not done that for a long time now. This brings back all the wonderful memories from when I was spontaneous.