Rain

You can see the rain starting to come from a distance.

Rain silhouette

Time to get the shoes wet.

Today I got caught out in a rainstorm without an umbrella. I knew that the rain was coming and even left work early in an attempt to beat it. My main concern was not so much getting wet but rather the window by the balcony that I usually leave open for the cat to be able to go out. I was hoping that water wouldn't find its way into the house. The moment that my train came out of the underground the storm began. It was a hell of a downpour too. The streets were flooded, some patrs with almost a foot of water. By the time I got home I was soaked. My shoes have yet to dry. Water got into the apartment and I got semi pissed off. After drying everything off I put on my swimming trunks and guess what I did. I went to the balcony (I live on the top floor so it’s open sky) and enjoyed the rest of the downpour.

The rain was warm and it reminded me of childhood. I use to love storms like these. My brother and I would run out in our underwear and make the best of a bad situation. We’d run around speak in the high pitched excited voices of those still able to enjoy the simple pleasures of life without worries in the backburner. Collecting earthworms was another personal favorite, as was the collecting of plump mangoes that were shaken loose by the tropical wind. It was nice to look back on these things.

Despite the sound of falling rain, gushing drains and gutters, it was calm outside and if you looked hard enough inside there was an incredible silence to be found. I threw my head back and slouched in my fold up chair, my chin was held high so that I’d be able to feel the droplets hit my face hard. I closed my eyes and lay there for a long time, coming in and out of my personal silence. Mainly, I just listened to the sound of my breath, which every now and again I held when I thought about things not worth thinking.

After some time I came in and took a hot shower. I was worried I that I would end up with pneumonia so I did the sign of the cross, in nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti, etc, etc. Question: Why is it that one usually feels sacrilegious if they “think” about touching themselves right after prayer?

After, it was all about a Corona, some TV, and a nap.

FYI: Ambien, Lunesta, and Benzodiazepine drips don’t have shit on a Corona and a rainstorm. I fell out in two point three seconds after the last chug.