Friday, August 31, 2007


This morning there was lighting and scattered sprinkling rain. And yet, my world is not aclatter with rain. Sometimes I feel like the universe is split: two parallel universes, one always wet, one always dry, and we merely fit between the two at appropriate times. When the clouds crack open, we are ripped into the wet world, which is brimming with umbrellas and umbrageous people crouching in doorways, running here or there, covering their heads. People act unusual and disioriented by this change of worlds, and they act accordingly; they run to windows eagerly and write sappy poetry or light fires in the fireplaces and snuggle. Sometimes the rain will make you grab the hand of someone you don't know very well, the rainy world is crazy; you must be careful with the rain's weird powers!
Personally, I love. The rain. My bones creak and crack with premonition, the world is wet and waterlogged and dreamy. Diamond drops are sliding down the twisted electric lines in my parking lot, gathering bulk until they fall, too gluttonous to stay. In the rainy world people are placid, and subdued, and they notice their surroundigs. And then we singularly drip back into the old, dry world, where things are normal again.
The sun is shining bright today through a sky less patchy with clouds than I would like. I've just gone on a jog and the water from the morning dew dripped from tree leaves to my face and sometimes it's nice to imagine that I am in a world where people are soft and sweet like marshmallows. These people only exist when the moon is exactly aligned with the echoes in my heart. These people never exist.