Rain, rain


It rains every day now, often a thundershower, late in the day, a return to the archaic tropical cycle. I exult in this kiss of responsibility suspended, business as usual deferred. The weather's own little sabbath.

I venture out, a bike ride in the cooled and gleaming aftermath, the deepened colors, coasting through puddles, tires rinsed and blackened. In an hour it seeps away, absorbed by this ancient pile of shells. The trees drip on til morning.