It rained some tonight. Ohio rain, sheets of water arching down in fat droplets filling all the horizon I could see. Not like Portland rain, that steady light drizzle that can go on for hours and hours but never really just let go of itself. I missed the Ohio kind of rain.
I sat outside on my porch for awhile, and thought about my interview tommorrow. I thought about the friends I was staying with, and I thought about how today was one of those days where everything would be better if I just kept my mouth shut as much as possible. Some days, nothing I say will work, or fit in, or be what it is I want it to be.
My friend tells me, "wow, it's really coming down out here." And I just nod.
My friend asks me, "you want to come inside?" I just shake my head.
He shrugs and heads to the safety of indoors. The wind pushes and pulls itself all around me, the air still just warm eough to cling to the summer, not yet giving in to fall's steady marching. Sometimes, the wind is enough that the rain cuts through the air to lick my face or arms. I rock on my feet.
They have a cat here that likes me. She wraps herself around my arm and sleeps of the hard-working day of sleeping. They also have a cat here who is crazy. That one, she takes too many chances, stays outside too often. She's afraid of everyone for no real reason, and jumps away from anyone's touch.
The crazy cat is outside here. She's lost somewhere in the woods that sorround the house. The rain and wind pick themselves up and throw themselves all around. I missed this kind of rain. I did.
The cat comes up from under the porch to stare at me with golden eyes. I nod to it. It walks steady towards the door, but stops to curl itself between my feet.
She stares out into the wind and the rain and the night. I wonder what she's thinking about, what questions she might have. I wonder what she worries her about, and what keeps her from touching or trusting the people who feed her and love her the most.
I rock on my feet. She stares and stares.
The rain softens and then there is nothing.
We go inside.
I sat outside on my porch for awhile, and thought about my interview tommorrow. I thought about the friends I was staying with, and I thought about how today was one of those days where everything would be better if I just kept my mouth shut as much as possible. Some days, nothing I say will work, or fit in, or be what it is I want it to be.
My friend tells me, "wow, it's really coming down out here." And I just nod.
My friend asks me, "you want to come inside?" I just shake my head.
He shrugs and heads to the safety of indoors. The wind pushes and pulls itself all around me, the air still just warm eough to cling to the summer, not yet giving in to fall's steady marching. Sometimes, the wind is enough that the rain cuts through the air to lick my face or arms. I rock on my feet.
They have a cat here that likes me. She wraps herself around my arm and sleeps of the hard-working day of sleeping. They also have a cat here who is crazy. That one, she takes too many chances, stays outside too often. She's afraid of everyone for no real reason, and jumps away from anyone's touch.
The crazy cat is outside here. She's lost somewhere in the woods that sorround the house. The rain and wind pick themselves up and throw themselves all around. I missed this kind of rain. I did.
The cat comes up from under the porch to stare at me with golden eyes. I nod to it. It walks steady towards the door, but stops to curl itself between my feet.
She stares out into the wind and the rain and the night. I wonder what she's thinking about, what questions she might have. I wonder what she worries her about, and what keeps her from touching or trusting the people who feed her and love her the most.
I rock on my feet. She stares and stares.
The rain softens and then there is nothing.
We go inside.
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then it got to be too scary, i went in. sat at my window and looked at the wind and such. always reminds me how much more is out there.
xxx
AC