It’s been a rainy week, which is a bit of a change since it's been a fairly dry summer. And of course I see people complain about how grey and depressing it is. Granted, I'm a little bummed that with all that rain we couldn't get one thunderstorm. But I like rain. I love the soft sound of it against the windows, the hiss of the cars on the wet pavement outside. I love looking out the window and watching the water run down the hill and the happy feeling I have that I'm snug indoors. So shush y'all, and let me enjoy my weather.Photo courtesy of Christian Southworth and www.freedigitalphotos.net.
Rain gives me reason and momentum. Why with the dark clouds and heavy burdens on the sky should I feel the press of doing, I don’t know. But it has been that way for a long time. The rainy days make me want to write, clean and listen to Tom Waits. I like dark music with a dark day, never too somber, never too melodramatic-but music, when listened to, can give a person pause. And Waits to me, his visual images, bring nothing but delight, “…As he dreams of a waitress with Maxwell House eyes And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair.” You see the diner? You taste the coffee?
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