Writing and the Rain

Rain is thoughtful. Snow is peaceful – but rain is pensive and reflective. Snow wants a latte, and rain wants chicken soup.

It was understandably difficult to go to work today. Rain, after a ridiculously scorching summer, is distracting. It’s draws me inward and upward…reflecting and soaring. I’d rather spend the day barefoot and walking down the middle of deserted city streets; or sitting at the cafe across from the train station at 8am watching the commuter troops, armed with umbrellas and briefcases, pour off the arriving trains. People look proper while carrying umbrellas, and it’s more difficult to rush about on wet sidewalks. It will be okay if they are a little late, after all – it’s raining.

Cities look very different too – It’s nearly impossible to take a bad photograph – even the blurry ones with streaking lights are interesting.

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It would have been such a dream to stay home and write. Darn those responsibilities. Some day – it will be one and the same.

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