90% rain
Today's forecast is ninety percent rain. It's been a while since I've heard steady rain falling. None of that thunderous or lightning crackle to threaten various electronic appliances around the house. First sound of which has me running around unplugging things: the white microwave mum and I first hated because my father had chosen such an easily dirtied colour; the telephone slash caller id slash answering machine combo purchased on a Sunday morning while my eyes were still sleepy and my hair disheveled; the computer that had undergone many turmoils the past month; my father's stereo. I imagine how hard it would be for me to tow these things to the repair shop from being blown out from a rainstorm.
There was a time when I was blown out. It happened one afternoon while I was playing through a high level of super mario brothers. It was where it wouldn't save after every level but after a certain level after advancing through several. I had heard the lightning and thunder and knew it was as close as right outside the window. Then lightning hit. I felt a surge of energy travel through the hand controller I was holding which just as soon as it struck, flew out of my hands and into the air. The tv didn't blow. Though I wish I could say the same thing of the hand control.
I like rain unencumbered. I like rain for the sake of rain. It gives license to be grouchy and invites hermit-icity. It means staying home and watching movies. It says, leave me alone.
I really hate driving in rain. What is it about the weather that has people driving crazier than ever, taking turns too fast and tailgaiting just as close as any other day? People drive russian roulette style, testing how far to push the limits before they hydroplane. I've been out driving in the monsoon a few times this morning. Everytime I got out of the car, I walked straight through the puddles. Rain shoes were the perfect thing for that. Everytime I was out, it seemed I couldn't wait to get home.
I've been painting while sitting at the kitchen table. Preparations for fourth of July greetings have progressed as scheduled. Pottery Barn cds are played that have me travel around the world. Each one has its own flavour and adventure. I am in France, Miami, a tikki hut, a cruise ship. It's like my passport's been stamped a few times. Too bad my raincoat is still hanging in the garage and drying, posing too much of a reminder that really I haven't been anywhere.
