Just when you start bragging to people that spring is here, that the winter coats are gone, that the sun remembered to show up in the morning, clouds gather all over the city and it’s raining, and raining, and when it stops… well, it didn’t stop all day.
Usually bad weather agrees with me, although everyone keeps saying that you supposedly are moody on a cloudy/rainy day. I am not. I love rain and almost everything about it, but most of all I love the music that rain creates. The sounds, the smell, the beat… it’s perfect. So, on this perfectness note, I put on my coat and left the house for a work session (a still somehow secret project for now). I arrive at the train station soaking wet, looking around me at all the agitated people and I wonder: why is everyone so agitated when it rains, why all of a sudden the world stops to complain about traffic jams and general discomfort and speaking of that how come because of few drops of rain the city just stops and everything get’s blocked? Is it that drivers forget to drive when they have to activate their wipers? And I do get it, you are angry and nervous because you have to get to work, or home, or to whatever place that is really important for you, but whether angry or not the rain won’t stop faster and the only thing you’ve gained is the extra neurons you’ve just burnt (if I could only follow that advice myself 🙂 ).
Anyway, I had a great work session today, a very insightful conversation, spiced with some fun, pop corn and chips. On my way home I realized that all my deadlines have disappeared, that I don’t have to rush off and start writing like a mad man, that I don’t have to count the hours I have left to sleep and that tonight I can take a break, watch a good movie and just be lazy. So Florence, rain away, it’s the perfect way to slip into a good night sleep, listening to your music, your perfectness.