i just heard a good 5 seconds of continuous thunder. i dont think ive heard thunder like that in years. not in santa barbara, thats for sure. its raining pretty hard now, i can see the grey concrete of the library is streaked with near-black wet lines. one gutter is broken and a river is gushing from the bottom rail of a 5th story window in a waterfall to the ground. the trees are all drooping, looking sad. i know they're happy though.
just below the window is my bike. that i have to ride home on. whoops. i can't believe that i wanted to ride this morning instead of taking the bus. didn't bother to look at the weather report, serves me right. on the irony front, andria and i had a bit of a tiff this morning on the very topic of riding bikes or taking the bus. if i had only thought to watch the weather this morning, all of that could have been avoided. ok, not really, but it makes ya think.
the rain does strange things to one's mood. lots of people get depressed, many get excited. i seem to just introvert (is that a verb?) a bit more. maybe its the "downtempo musique" ive got on iTunes radio right now, or maybe its the self-conscious entry i just read at WWdN, but it got me writing. and thats always a good thing.