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Sunday, June 04, 2006
It's Raining.

It’s Raining.

It’s raining, and not that cowardly drip which doesn’t even so much as leave an impression on dark fabrics. It’s raining the kind of rain garnering responses like “Whoa! Well, I guess it really is raining.” People are standing behind closed windows, mesmerized by the violence of it all. This is not the time to disagree for the sake of it, to stand out from the crowd of nodding indoors’ers, shaking your head. Sure, there are various degrees of rain, the torrential downpour, the pitter-patter sputter drizzle, the downpour-but-bring-the-umbrella-and-we’ll-be-fine, the wind blown slanting wall of water, the sun shower, the Chinese water torture drip (an enemy of children everywhere waiting at the window for the final sky trickle so they can go back outside)…sure, there are tons of kinds.

But do you see the water falling from the sky right now? It’s fucking raining. Small houses are huddling under the awnings of larger houses and cars are covering their roofs with their wheels – leaving one wheel down, of course, to keep grounded from a potential lightning strike. Even the sidewalks are looking pale, the color having slunk off to the edges of the street to take shelter. The trees are all staring where their shadows would normally be this time of day, wondering how long this will take. They’ve got basking to do before the day turns to dusk and then into what will be a very wet night. And look at that guy! His umbrella has been inverted, his tie is over his shoulder, and he’s lunging ahead, step-by-step, squishy sock by squishy sock.

Go outside if you must, if these dry walls and this crunchy carpet are leaving you feeling dehydrated. If you’re brave and don’t mind smelling like a wet dog when you return, then by all means, wander proudly, but, at least for me, puddle hop if you do.

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