August 9, ‘13
“I merely took the energy it takes to pout and wrote some Blues.”
I don’t know exactly what time the rain began. I became consciously aware of it around 5am, in the dark of early morning when the steady sound of falling and running water woke me. For a brief moment, somewhere between deep sleep and wide awake, I thought I was back on Culvert St, listening to the water running downhill in the culvert out back. But, no. What I was actually hearing was the rain on the roof and water running down the driveway and onto Brookside Ave.
The sound of falling and running water is the prevalent sound of the day, so far, some 6 hours later. Occasionally I hear a faraway thunder boom. Very little traffic has gone by my house this morning. From East Main St, I frequently hear fire, police or ambulance sirens followed by long periods of time with nothing but the sounds of the rain.
It’s so dark and gray that it seems like the close of the day, not noontime.
The things I wanted to work on today were planned on the premise that there would be strong daylight.
Those things will have to wait.