When it rains I think about:
- calling in.
- how much I love having natural hair now and how nice it is that I no longer have to squeal and immediately take cover and worry about the approximately $70 the rain drops have caused me to waste.
- lovers who take their time making their way home like little kids who've outrun their mothers' voices telling them to come inside ...
- Dacusville school days. Who knew one could ever miss the smell of wooden pencils, disinfectant and carpet? Or the thrill of a game of "Heads Up, Seven Up" or "Graveyard?"
- open windows with screens and shades that billow in the breeze and the soft patter of raindrops dancing upon leaves.
- those people who are fortunate (or smart) enough to spend entire afternoons tucked in cushy coffee shop corners just takin' it easy.
- all the chill mixes I've made in the past and how Jeff Buckley was on none of them. This was an oversight I shall not repeat.
What are you listening to?