Storm-a-licious

I can see a dark, tightly shuttered house just across the way; I wonder if its occupants are snuggled up in bed together listening to the rain on the roof. I know that’s where I wish I could be right now. That said—I’m not altogether unhappy to be here. Staying inside all day during rain is not nearly as much fun as having to go out and then come back into your warm room. And of course, when I get there, a certain someone better have steaming cocoa ready, if he doesn’t want to question his own reasons for existence.

I love the moments just before rain the best, I think. Rain has a very full smell; it’s difficult to describe, but you feel that all the space in the air has been taken up by rain smell. They say you have to push air molecules aside when you walk or just take up space, but you never really notice unless you are outside just before it rains. There’s this hush that falls over everything a few seconds before the first rain drop hits the pavement beside you, and you know—whatever we were put here for, it’s something good.

As for the BWP theme--I have a suggestion. It's a little saying Andrea and I came up with last year:

Suicide is an absurd option.

Okay, we can't really claim all the credit; it's Sartre. But still. That's how I always feel at 7:30 in the blasted morning!