When life turns rainy, I can’t resist the urge to get in my nest and wait for the sun to come out.
Today.
It.
Has.
Rained.
All.
Day.
Long.
I tried to work; I tried to put fire to metal out in the studio. My eyes kept lifting up from the work of my hands to watch grey clouds spill down the side of the West Bench. The world was perfumed with wet sage, wet dogs, the sexy honey scent of daffodils, saturated dirt and lightning bolts.
Do you think an earthworm can sense the coming rains? Do they begin to make their way out of their tunnels into the air? Do they know to save themselves before their burrows become watery traps? I often wonder. Is anyone out there an annelid specialist?
After a while, I shut the studio down, wandered inside for a cup of hot lemon honey and sat down with a book in the brightest room in the house. I planned to bake lemon squares* but tied shoes on my feet and took Farley out into the rain for a chilly run across town instead.
The mountains are still shrouded in a wet cloak of white as far as I can see and I’m sure the rain is falling as snow in all the high places. The weather makes me sad; the world is crying and I can’t help but be affected by it.
I’m feeling dramatic.
Tonight I might put on a silk nightgown and red lipstick and drag my typewriter up onto my white, metal bed frame. I’ll put the Goldberg Variations on the record player. I’ll sit there and write prissy, narcissistic poems while smoking slender cigarettes until the dawn comes. Then I might fill a bathtub with warm vermouth and sit there reading Sylvia Plath journals until my bath waters evaporate.
Now I’m just getting weird.
But don’t you ever want to live out a black and white movie
when it’s raining outside?
It’s a good thing I don’t live in Seattle, I’d never get anything done.
*about those lemon squares
i plan on sharing the recipe
with you but i’m not sure
what i put in the sweet
little fellows last time i
made the darn things. next
time i bake them i plan on
recording everything i do
to the crust and batter
and then i shall share the
details avec toi.
d’accord?
Your dramatic side has me giggling…I can almost smell the rain swelling from the clouds & pouring down onto your abode 🙂
Poring the vermouth in the tub with my right hand, rolling a cigarette with my left and typing with my tongue…
If you always write like this when it rains, you'll have me wishing for rainy days! I like to think of the rain as the sky kissing the earth…
Dear Miss Plume,
As a current resident of that rainiest of rainy places, I must pass on a message from Mother Nature. She said not to fret- the world is not crying.
She simply knocked over her carafe of sweet tea whilst relaxing in the Garden of Eden.
See? No worries. The big yellow ball shall return soon enough..
I have to say my dear,
That this sounds like and IDEAL evening. Breath in the sorrow of the earth and drink in the tragedy.
~joel. 🙂
D'accord 🙂
xoxoxox,
Allison
Have a martini.
😉
xx
D
p.s. That wasn't really a recommendation. It just seemed to fit the picture.
Mmmm, martini…
Usually when its raining in Baltimore (and excellent song by the way) it is cold and windy and even an umbrella doesn't help because it gets flipped inside out and all one can do it hole up and listen to it howl.
Yesterday however it was just delightful straight rain. So I went out and rain a track workout, feeling back in highschool again when silly things like weather never stopped us…I got some strange looks when I stopped in the grocery store, looking like I just crawled out of the harbor.
You.
Marvellous.
Creature.
Love.
Your.
Posts!
Now, quit stalling and send some of that rain Down Under!
Yup…been there and had to stay there and the only solution was to embrace it…where I lived the earthworms just swam out….it was disgusting to see so many each day but it rained and it rained and it rained…my indoor plants were all rooted into the walls and desk and any wood they found…I was never dry and so I accepted.
Here in dry land I notice that cat boys whiskers stand up long before rain comes so we do have live in meteorologists…
love to have your lemon squares recipe….
I hope the clouds have lifted…
xoxoxo
Oh, how I love your posts! xo
I actually did my master's thesis on earthworm (Lumbricus terrestris) respiration. Really. I did.
Earthworms can function anaerobically for some time and they can extract oxygen from water. I googled for a more complete answer but there doesn't seem to be a definitive one. They might come out of their burrows for more oxygen or maybe they are just able to come out when it's wet because they can move around. I think that they die because they dry out before they can make it back underground.
oh my!!!
You even do
moody
classy!
Skritch Farley on the ear from me. xo
teehee. teeheeheeee!
i'll send you some sunshine from ontari-ario. <3!
Well my ladies and gents, thanks for embracing my drama with such kindness and sweetness and laughter! You make the rainiest of days and the achiest of pains feel like heaven.
xx