Day 55
rain
Tonight, it is pouring; pouring in the way it does in the mountains, suddenly and incessantly, the air cool and moving like silk through the house. Subtle thunder, growling in the distant, letting us know it is close.
The world is not pretty today. It hasn’t been real pretty in my lifetime, and having studied a bit of history, I’m thinking it has never looked much better than it does today. Rain gives the impression of something fresh, something new. A physical metaphor, giving me a little taste of hope.
I hope it rains for hours (though it usually passes quickly up here) and fills the cracks and crevices, floods the plains, gives us reservoirs to drink from for a while.
There are so many ways to care about this world. Owning our part in the bullshit is one of them, working to make things right is another, solidarity, speaking out, but also…when it rains, we can open our mouths and tilt our heads back. It falls on us all.
