Safe inside, toasty warm, while water pitter-patters on the roof… describe your perfect, rainy afternoon.
I’m sick of rain. From last October it has been raining almost non-stop in my city, so rainy afternoons is the normal situation and you have to do whatever you have to do in the rain. Singing, working, going out shopping, visiting friends or going to the hospital to see your mother, everything in the rain. And with strong winds the umbrellas doesn’t work for anything but get broken and make of you and all you are wearing or holding a wet mess. All is dark and cold, and sad.
When I don’t have to go out I usually try to read something, or watch a good tennis match or a movie, but the sound of rain make me uneasy. I can’t enjoy the afternoon.
Yes. Safe inside, toasty warm, pitter-patters on the roof make me crazy. The sound is only a reminder that is still raining and nothing can solve this big problem for all of us. We already have had two floods.
Silence. The rain has stopped. I interrupt for a moment my writing . Suddenly another sound from outside. Kids playing in the park. There are some clouds, but the sun finally shows up. Liberated from our safe “jails”, everybody hit the streets. There is light outside. it’s warm. We pray for the sun to stay with us and the rain to go away for a long time. I’m singing and there is no rain …I’m happy again
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