For some reason this rain reminds me of growing up, the kind of rain where you didn't have anywhere to be or anything you had to do. You can go outside without an umbrella as long as you don't mind getting a little wet, and it's fun because you're deliberately walking through puddles. (Galoshes make you invincible.)
And when you get to the corner and your dogs are jumping into the foliage, getting just wet enough that you'll have to dry off their bellies when you get back home, you look and see about 30 elementary-school kids crossing the street, all dressed in their blue-green-and-white private school uniforms and skipping down the sidewalk.
And, by the way, have you heard that song Viva la Vida yet by Coldplay? I haven't figured out why I love it so much, but it could just be that it's the soundtrack to my day today. No matter what I do...meet a friend for lunch, go for a run, pick up some fruit, pull a piece of broccoli out of Reggie's mouth outside the bodega...the song is swirling around in my head, chasing me through the city. Sort of makes me feel like I'm in the Notting Hill seasons-changing montage. You know the one?
And still, there's nothing you have to do, no place you have to be. What's better than that?
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
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You wrote it exactly right. There is nothing like the rain. When I was a nine, we lived on Tecera island in the Azores in the middle of the Atlantic ocean. Because of the position of the island or the wind, or just plain magic, it always rained sideways. I've been in love with rain ever since.
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