I would ask… no, I would require that you load this video prior to reading… it will put you in the exact moment I was done writing, I was huddled outside my house in the rain, trying to find a place to not get soaked but more importantly not soaking my journal, my papers… while I wrote… how often can you be this close to the creation?
“summer rain” 8.22.2018
I do not know if I can quite explain
the smell of summer rain
but it is something I have always known
different from driving storms
different from drifting snow,
almost like a lake
green and musty
full of earth and soil
dark gray skies
yet full of hope
I look up through the trees
following trunks as guides
the leaves shake like a web of shadows
but joined with no intrigue
no ill intent
just in between portals to the light
and the falling wet
drops, louder now,
you know the sound
instinct telling you to run
but… why?
this is just summer rain
bathing the landscape
relief
from the scorching summer sun
this is not some violent tempest
a roaring electrical fire
of crashes crackles and pops
this is a loving womb
enveloping and rebirthing life once more
at least for a time
at least for a respite
this is the scent of a sigh
from up within the ground
all the animals are quiet now
listening,
listening to the sound
of this, summer rain,
how the breeze infuses, and passes through
carrying on, passing on, the sound
just minutes spent, time has moved on
the scent remains
barely still
the summer rain.
notes… I went out tonight with my folks and my brother to Old Man Rafferty’s in New Brunswick NJ (amazing place), oddly, I remember when the place opened (during my tenure at Rutgers), it makes me feel old but at the same time complete, New Brunswick was certainly no peach when I went there, Johnson and Johnson made the town into what it is now (a mecca really), my parents, in their failing health, it hurts to watch them walk around, they want to not be old and just be people, but that is not reality, life catches up with us all, we all don’t want to think about it, who does, but it is there, I wonder about my future, it is so easy to assume you will be well.
