I Like It

Years ago, back when my pup could be off leash in the park, I remember hanging around one evening with a bunch of the dog folk. Some ominous looking clouds began to roll in and many of the people hitched up their canines and headed home. Four or five women, myself included, wanted to stay. We were eager for the storm and when it broke we celebrated. There was whooping and hollering and raising our faces to the sky and chasing our dogs around the bowl of the park. The rain came down like the world's biggest faucet and we were soaked to the skin in moments. We loved it. I still think of those women fondly even though they aren't in the neighborhood anymore.

I like the rain, clearly. I don't necessarily love it when I've got places to go and things to do but I yearn for days like today when it creates the perfect cocoon for reading a good book. I was actually a little bummed when I looked at the forecast (I don't know, Danny looks a little down in the dumps but I wouldn't say he's depressed) and out my window and it didn't seem to be raining all that hard. It's not like I don't have shit to do and if the weather clears up I'm probably going to have to actually buckle down and do it!

It was warm so I decided against a jacket. I hate umbrellas. I went with clothes that wouldn't become see through and a ball cap to keep my glasses clear and headed out. Turns out it was raining harder than I thought. I briefly considered going back for the coat but couldn't be bothered. The rain today is almost surreal. It's stronger than a mist but feels light on your skin as though someone is painting you with the softest brush.

We walked through the park and then to the greenmarket for milk and slowly home. I got saturated, to be sure, but feel completely serene. Now in my dry clothes I hear my bed and my book calling my name.

Delicious.