rain.

in seattle i feel as though i'm always waiting for the other foot to drop.

this afternoon the clouds were so heavy they seemed to absorb even the sunlight above them, rolling it around inside themselves and releasing it, battered and bruised, to tinge the air with a kind of sickly pallor. if we'd been in kansas it would have been tornado weather.

now the droplets are spattering against my window with a force that reminds me of the way a driving ocean gale tosses sand across a beach.

and for some reason, i am frightened.
it's the things i find beautiful that frighten me the most.