Endless, relentless rain. But is there anything quite as lovely as drifing off to sleep to the tune of rain? Windows open, cool sweet air, and the soothing white noise of water. Nothing quite like it-short of the lap lap lapping of the surf in North Truro, a long time ago. We all squeezed into Frank's little condo, Alex in the back bedroom and us in the front, the sliding glass door open to the night. Lap. Lap. Lap. That this season has been so grey and dreary seems appropriate. I don't think I could have withstood a brilliant explosion of fragrant spring. It would have been too too cruel. No. The rain is just right.
Posted by grabiner at June 22, 2003 11:09 PM