Thursday, March 22, 2001

The Long Rain

When I was a boy, I read Ray Bradbury's "The Long Rain". I can't recall the details of the plot, except for the one overriding presence of rain.

Today reminded me of that story. When I left work yesterday, it was raining. When I went to bed last night (almost 1AM), it was raining. When I got up this morning, it was raining. It was raining to beat the band. It was raining cats and dogs. Right as rain. When it rains it pours. And I was all wet.

Just twelve days ago I was shoveling a big pile of snow as high as my shoulders. That snow has all but disappeared.

The traffic was better with snow. Snow melts gradually. In my morning commute, my normal twelve minute ride was turned into fifty minutes, as I double backed to avoid flash floods, and water logged street corners. I actually saw a tiny car submerged up to the tops of its windows. It was trying to get to the drive-thru of a bank (at Four Corners in Woburn near McDonalds).

Driving to work in my wife's Forester, I listened to Bare Naked Ladies' "Brian Wilson". The opening lyrics: "Drove downtown in the rain...". Indeed.

The rain started tapering off by noon. The forecast called for some snow by midnight.

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