Bus Stop Umbrella Parade
The rain just kept on falling. All day there was nothing but rain. It varied from misty rainfall to out right pours. It was just water falling from the heavens. Little droplets, splattering against my raincoat, and bouncing off my black umbrella.
Rain always makes me think of both Miami, and the San Francisco Bay Area. Both places it would rain like crazy. In Miami the rain would suddenly come and jut pour, then the next moment the sun would be out shining. The rain came as fast as it went away. Other times the weather would be foul as the winds hurled the rain in vertical and horizontal sheets.
In the Bay Area, the rain would come, and the sun would vanish for days. There could be several days in a row when there would be rain so constant that I would forget what a sunny day felt like. The dampness was so cold that it would seep into my bones no matter how many lawyers I might have worn.
Today’s weather is much more like those long winter nights in Martizez, California. The rain came and it would just stay. I would stare out into the back yard where a small creak ran, and watch the water level raise and raise, until the little creak was a roaring river of chocolaty water.
Today is somewhere in between. The rain hasn’t really stopped. The air is a bit on the cooler side. I still just stare out my window and watch the rain fall and listen to the sounds of the birds chirping in the late afternoon.
It is only rain. It will be gone tomorrow. Let me just take out my umbrella and join the parade.