Rain

Rain.

It began two, three days ago. The mugginess. The cloying air. The built-up charge in the air. You wake up in the morning, and you feel enveloped, somehow, though not smothered like you would in, say, Japan during rainy season.

An odd icon began appearing at the end of the weekly weather map: something to do with rain. And the pressure kept building.

Today, this evening, the first drops, scattered, fell, prompting early blooming umbrellas. But now, at 11 p.m., I hear the water falling in earnest.

Rain.

It's been a while. It will grow old soon; we tire of these things so quickly. It will be dreary and oppressive, and our tempers will fray a little.

But right now, I'm going to send this post, and then I'm going to take a walk with my umbrella in the real, palpable rain.

Good night.