Rainy Days
6/29/06
7:45pm
It finally rained. Fat, full warm drops. Covering the sidewalks, streets with the clouds' cargo. Held at bay until the sun began to drop over the horizon. Summer rain. Hard, fast, with a cool breeze washing away the heat. Cleaning the air. The fast, frantic falling eases into a calm dance on the city's pavement. The clouds, the air, the heat appeased sigh as day turns to night, my feet wet with rain.
July 1, 2006
9:15pm
Two days later the city is blanketed with wetness. The air heavy with the promise of rain, quietly warning of the downpore soon to come, moving more cautious city dwellers to carry umbrellas. Umbrellas that have gone unused for two days. Yet, the sky promises rain and though there is silence, it cannot quiet the gray warning hanging above the city. The thick air does not allow for echos only the muffled sound of feet on wet pavement. Pavement not touched by a drop of rain for two days.
This is the mythical quiet before the storm. The great sucking in of air before a loud shout. The varied storms that have raged in the soul, once felt this deep sucking in, and not being cautious, mistook the quiet for peace. Ahhhh, but this quiet is shaking with energy. Rushing with energy. It is not calm and steady.
So the city awaits a storm. My soul prepares for battle. My umbrella is still dry.
7:45pm
It finally rained. Fat, full warm drops. Covering the sidewalks, streets with the clouds' cargo. Held at bay until the sun began to drop over the horizon. Summer rain. Hard, fast, with a cool breeze washing away the heat. Cleaning the air. The fast, frantic falling eases into a calm dance on the city's pavement. The clouds, the air, the heat appeased sigh as day turns to night, my feet wet with rain.
July 1, 2006
9:15pm
Two days later the city is blanketed with wetness. The air heavy with the promise of rain, quietly warning of the downpore soon to come, moving more cautious city dwellers to carry umbrellas. Umbrellas that have gone unused for two days. Yet, the sky promises rain and though there is silence, it cannot quiet the gray warning hanging above the city. The thick air does not allow for echos only the muffled sound of feet on wet pavement. Pavement not touched by a drop of rain for two days.
This is the mythical quiet before the storm. The great sucking in of air before a loud shout. The varied storms that have raged in the soul, once felt this deep sucking in, and not being cautious, mistook the quiet for peace. Ahhhh, but this quiet is shaking with energy. Rushing with energy. It is not calm and steady.
So the city awaits a storm. My soul prepares for battle. My umbrella is still dry.
posted by Jeong-Eui = justice at 4:36 AM
1 Comments:
This made me think of The Matrix, for some reason. Can't quite put my finger on it. Atmosphere, I guess.
Anyway, I thought I was with it at first, more or less. Sky, rain, storms, anticipation. Simple enough. And then ... AHHH! Those last two sentences showed up without warning, alluding to so much more, making me re-read it all.
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