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I love rain but
Mar. 31st, 2006 08:14 pmI want warm rain. I miss the warm midwestern rain of my youth. I've washed my hair and taken a shower in the rain. I've sat on the front steps and let the water streak down my face and into my mouth. I've walked barefoot through mud puddles. I've swam in lakes with the rain coming down so hard the line between lake and air gets blurred.
The month of March in the SF Bay Area has been one of the wettest in my 25 years here. But it's cold. Very cold. Snow on the local mountains - that kind of cold. Lingering in the rain is ill advised, unless you enjoy a shivering experience.
Until I find myself in a real warm rain, I'll just have to settle for a long, hot shower. I'll close my eyes and call up visual and olfactory memories of vivid greens and damp earth. If I go deep enough into memory, it feels pretty close to reality. Fade to a warm, wet, silly smile.
The month of March in the SF Bay Area has been one of the wettest in my 25 years here. But it's cold. Very cold. Snow on the local mountains - that kind of cold. Lingering in the rain is ill advised, unless you enjoy a shivering experience.
Until I find myself in a real warm rain, I'll just have to settle for a long, hot shower. I'll close my eyes and call up visual and olfactory memories of vivid greens and damp earth. If I go deep enough into memory, it feels pretty close to reality. Fade to a warm, wet, silly smile.
