You sit up in bed- vaguely remembering the sounds of thunder the night before, heard only faintly over the white-noise of the air-conditioner. You stretch, it’s like a very happy nostalgia…
You get out of bed, make it, brush the teeth that feel like they have moldy sweaters on, come downstairs, hit the coffeemaker, put on the tennis shoes, plod around the block a few times in the drizzle. When you come in, you sit with husband by the window- glancing out of it every now and then thinking,
Today will be a good, good day.
Because it’s rainy…
The street looks clean and shiny.
Reading and snuggling are mandatory.
Laila said, “Look, I have my nippy!”
Oops, she remembered it again.
She goes long periods without it and then… it shows up somewhere…. and then I have to show up everywhere with a 3-year old baby.
Yeah, nope, nothing deep or thought provoking here today– unless rain is a metaphor of something to you!