Off the Cuff / My Other Journal

Who stole my weather?

Since yesterday, it has been, "Rain, rain, go away!" I shouldn't complain though. It stopped long enough to let me run to Staples to get a thing or two.

When I was young and romantic, I used to love "walking in the rain," as a singer of those old days crooned. Age, however, doesn't like discomfort; neither does it like gloomy skies, especially after getting used to the Florida sun.

Still, this rain is very welcome, because if we don't get enough rain, the conditions become favorable for brush fires here. Especially after the hurricanes, wooded sections are subject to fires since nobody has cleaned out the fallen, dried trees.

And this brings to mind another oldie, "I've seen fire, I've seen rain." Another quirky side mine, grey skies are reminding me of old songs. Probably I'm melting, without even stepping in a puddle.

This rain is not quite like the Florida rains we're so accustomed to. Florida rains come suddenly in bucketfuls and then disappear in a few minutes. This is more like the rains of the northeast, continuing, drizzling and coming down faster at intervals. I think somebody switched the skies to run away with my weather.