Commentary on Torrential Downpours
©Rachel C
It has been raining since I woke up yesterday. My flight was delayed until nearly nine Monday evening, and I didn’t arrive in Tulsa until close to eleven. I hadn’t slept well the night before. In fact, I hadn’t been sleeping well for a long while, and I probably didn’t get to bed until past midnight.
I woke up yesterday morning much later than I would have liked. It was more the afternoon than the morning, but still early. All of my clothes are piled into suitcases and bags, none of them clean, except the skirts. But, I didn’t start my laundry yesterday morning. I wanted to relax for the first time in months, so I left the clothes in their bags. It wouldn’t matter if they were clean, I figured, I have no where to go. And, I have no way of getting there. But, for me, it is more enjoyable to sit and, as I haven’t in so many months, think simply about nothing but the rain.
Last night it stormed, as I was trying to sleep, it poured. And this morning, as my sister was leaving for school, it fell so hard against the roof it sounded almost like ice. And now, with the streets flooded, the yards gathering ground water, it sprinkles as I carry the first load to the washing machine. I guess I’ll start my new life—or, to be more accurate, my “start-over”—by cleaning all of my clothes; rinsing away the scents of the streets and city smells; washing my hands of Chicago.
Maybe there is, after all, a reason for the downpour—other than, of course, to warn me of ensuing downfalls.
December 20, 2006
Author's Note: This is kind of a continuation of "Sunset Soon Forgotten". I guess, part of the same thought process. And, naturally, a chronological continuation as well.
It has been raining since I woke up yesterday. My flight was delayed until nearly nine Monday evening, and I didn’t arrive in Tulsa until close to eleven. I hadn’t slept well the night before. In fact, I hadn’t been sleeping well for a long while, and I probably didn’t get to bed until past midnight.
I woke up yesterday morning much later than I would have liked. It was more the afternoon than the morning, but still early. All of my clothes are piled into suitcases and bags, none of them clean, except the skirts. But, I didn’t start my laundry yesterday morning. I wanted to relax for the first time in months, so I left the clothes in their bags. It wouldn’t matter if they were clean, I figured, I have no where to go. And, I have no way of getting there. But, for me, it is more enjoyable to sit and, as I haven’t in so many months, think simply about nothing but the rain.
Last night it stormed, as I was trying to sleep, it poured. And this morning, as my sister was leaving for school, it fell so hard against the roof it sounded almost like ice. And now, with the streets flooded, the yards gathering ground water, it sprinkles as I carry the first load to the washing machine. I guess I’ll start my new life—or, to be more accurate, my “start-over”—by cleaning all of my clothes; rinsing away the scents of the streets and city smells; washing my hands of Chicago.
Maybe there is, after all, a reason for the downpour—other than, of course, to warn me of ensuing downfalls.
December 20, 2006
Author's Note: This is kind of a continuation of "Sunset Soon Forgotten". I guess, part of the same thought process. And, naturally, a chronological continuation as well.
1 comment:
Been there sooooo many times!!! Everytime I came home from college my crap stayed in piles for weeks...at least you show initiative by getting to it the next day. The feeling of a
re-birth after each semester--wowzers!! I needed a new life after every semester. I felt like I had been raked thru the coals and then some. I always forgot to have fun when I was in college...i think thats why i rebel so much in my 30s LOL. Enjoy your break...youve earned it!
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