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Relief in rain
Jun. 4th, 2007 10:22 pmLast week and all weekend was hot and sunny and... hot. Hot enough to boil away other adjectives.
Last night, at ten at night, I finally thought that it was cool enough out to try to wash the dishes that had piled up over the hot weekend. The lemon-scented steam rose and the sweat ran down my face and the back of my t-shirt. The air outside was too still to bring any relief through the open window. Then I heard a wonderful noise.
I stepped out the back door and moved to stand in the middle of the back deck and the rain poured down on me in fat, cool drops. Though I was surrounded by the city, the world was quiet and still and dark. It felt like the universe could hear my prayers.
Last night, at ten at night, I finally thought that it was cool enough out to try to wash the dishes that had piled up over the hot weekend. The lemon-scented steam rose and the sweat ran down my face and the back of my t-shirt. The air outside was too still to bring any relief through the open window. Then I heard a wonderful noise.
I stepped out the back door and moved to stand in the middle of the back deck and the rain poured down on me in fat, cool drops. Though I was surrounded by the city, the world was quiet and still and dark. It felt like the universe could hear my prayers.
