Oh man, it's been a while since I wrote anything here. I think of things to put down all the time, but usually don't bother to write them. Anyway, this is just some crazy free write from one of my classes. The prompt I gave was, what does rain remind you of?
I love rain. I remember sitting in my bedroom in the house on Park Street listening to my records. Richie Haves singing, "Listen to the pouring rain, listen to it pour. And with every drop of rain, you know I love you more. . ." and the Florida rain was warm and it fell for hours but I never wanted it to stop and it ws warm inside and the music held me and opened up worlds in my mind--of the dark mysteries of love that I would never know in this reality. I sensed I was riding a wave of passion that could never be actualized, that disappointment would meet me time and again, till I wanted to throw myself off the precipice of life. But I didn't. Instead I dulled my edges, extinguished that flame, closed in my lips. Held it tightly, crushed it into something smaller and smaller until it was the size of a nickel in the palm of my hand, and I stared at it for a long time until one day I fell inside and found it was as vast as the solar system and in its quiet way it held me as the rain fell warm outside.
