Rain

I hear the distant thunder early in the evening. Then the rain, which makes a peculiar tapping sound on the vent of my furnace. The wind picks up and begins blowing the rain against my windows.

It has been weeks since we've had a good rain. I love sun and warm weather but I am happy for this storm.

In the midst of reading another blog, I come across a video of Ray Lamontagne. It renews my love for him and I throw all of his music into a playlist. He's the perfect antidote to mindlessness and the perfect complement to rain.

When the air conditioning kicks on, I realize it is probably cooler outside than in my apartment. So I open the balcony door to find out. It is. And I leave the door open, turn the air off.

The fall rain is here. I know that soon it will be wet more often than it is dry. But, the leaves are starting to change. The meaning of it I don't like to acknowledge.

I think I'll just sit here listening to Ray, the rain, the cars. I may do some serious reading, but I'd rather think.

Finally.

And though all these things will change,
The memories will remain
As green to gold, and gold to brown
The leaves will fall to feed the ground
And in their falling, make no sound

"Winter Birds"
Ray Lamontagne