Rain
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“Why do clouds cry so much, growing happier and happier?” Pablo Neruda
It has been raining for 24 hours in Los Angeles. It doesn’t look to let up any time soon. But I know that, at some point in the future, the sun will reemerge from behind the grey clouds and shine on a land gloriously cleansed. When so much water pours into this city, it erases the dirt, grime and particles of pollution that make the air thick and the mountains nearly invisible in the distance. It eradicates the surface layer of urban destruction. And it usually weilds a bit of destructive power itself. It moves earth. It cuts and drowns young leafy things. It makes everyone slow down, or suffer the consequences. It is beautiful. And what comes after is even more so.
I want the rain to do the same for me that it does for this city. I want to be scrubbed of all the dirt, grime and pollution that fear creates in me. I want the fog of procrastination, paralysis and inaction to be eradicated. I want to be moved. I want my strengths to flourish and my weaknesses to be cut out and drowned so that more vibrant seeds can sprout. I want my mind to slow down.
I breathe in the cool, refreshing scent of the clouds’ tears. And I see happiness on the horizon.
What’s the weather like in your skies, and what does it foretell for you?
It’s foggy like you wouldn’t believe. It’s actually dangerous to go out in the evenings so I think it foretells that I should stay home and eat cookies and drink tea like a proper Englishwoman.
That second paragraph there is pure poetry.
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Kelly: I thought the snorting was confined to when I read your blog, but no – I actually guffaw when I read your statement about the cookies and being like a proper Englishwoman. I sooo adore you! And the comment may have hit particularly true since I just finished watching Return to Cranford on Masterpiece Theatre. *contented sigh*
And thank you for the kudos. Coming from you, that is high praise indeed. Thank goodness I have it in writing.
mostly sunny, with a high of sixty degrees, and though winter is not nearly over, i will spend the afternoon basking in the sun and the warmth. waiting, like everything else, for the smell of thawing earth and the first glimpse of lime green growth… today’s respite from bitter cold, ice and snow is a reminder to hang on, to hang in, because eventually spring will come.
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VBC: Ooohhh! I love “lime green growth” – I look forward to pictorial evidence and hope it isn’t a long time coming back there. Yes, do hang on, on all counts. xo