February
21, 2002
the rain, the rain
The rain, the rain, it's finally here!
I'm not talking about those pathetic drizzles or the rain that you can still surf the Net
in, this is the real stuff.
It's so beautiful, heavy, loud and unmerciful. Thorough, hard rain making sure every spot
outside is soaked, not even the trunk of a huge tree is safe from it.
But then, who'd want to be safe of it? Who'd dare wish this rain away instead of welcome it with open arms? The snobby socialites forced to stay indoors? Money can't buy rain or lack of it, I hear it disgruntles them. But I love this. Given the chance I'd spin and spin until I tumble laughing and drenched, I'd thank God for putting some relief to this heatwave. Oh, and what relief!
The boom of the sound effects, the earth's drums make for a grand performance. And if you were to look outside your window you would see tiny antlike twinkles, splashes of raindrops dancing down the street cheered on by madly irregular applause.
