I love Sandra Boynton's song "End of a Summer Storm" from her Frog Trouble album. I also like William Joseph's song, "Sanding the Storm." Both of these songs just invoke a good rain storm, with or without thunder and lightning. The drive in to work today was a persistent rain, not a drizzle or a downpour, just a stead rain with dark clouds and somewhat foggy conditions. A wonderful day. It will probably break before noon, but it reminded me of a dark and stormy night my freshman year of college.
I had a night class (GEOG 1000) on Tuesdays. I actually enjoyed the class, which made it easier to go. The professor was good and I liked the subject material. My dorm was a good twenty minute walk from the rest of campus, but I had no problems with it. I enjoy walking, day or night, sun or snow, doesn't matter. It had been chilly so I had worn a coat to class in preparation of my walk home. When I got out of class it was a night a black as pitch. The rain was falling heavily - although I wouldn't call it a downpour. The clouds were low and inky. There was no wind to move them. It seemed that light was being sucked out of the very air. I remember walking to the windows in the lobby of the Biology - Natural Resources building (where our class was) and looking out at the blackness that was the night. I then stuffed my coat in my backpack, took off my shoes and socks, and rolled up my pant legs. With nothing other than my t-shirt and jeans and carrying my shoes I set off for home. It was warm - because rain will actually heat the air, a fact I learned in that very class - and no one was around. My feet were tender I don't normally like to go barefoot, but I picked my way home, in the rain. And I enjoyed every minute of it. I have a distinct memory of following the lines of tar in the patched parking lot. I don't remember seeing anyone. I'm sure it's because no one else was as stupid as me. When I got home I took a hot shower and changed into sweats and relaxed. I haven't done anything like that since, but I often think fondly on that dark and stormy night, carrying my shoes, and enjoying the rain.
I had a night class (GEOG 1000) on Tuesdays. I actually enjoyed the class, which made it easier to go. The professor was good and I liked the subject material. My dorm was a good twenty minute walk from the rest of campus, but I had no problems with it. I enjoy walking, day or night, sun or snow, doesn't matter. It had been chilly so I had worn a coat to class in preparation of my walk home. When I got out of class it was a night a black as pitch. The rain was falling heavily - although I wouldn't call it a downpour. The clouds were low and inky. There was no wind to move them. It seemed that light was being sucked out of the very air. I remember walking to the windows in the lobby of the Biology - Natural Resources building (where our class was) and looking out at the blackness that was the night. I then stuffed my coat in my backpack, took off my shoes and socks, and rolled up my pant legs. With nothing other than my t-shirt and jeans and carrying my shoes I set off for home. It was warm - because rain will actually heat the air, a fact I learned in that very class - and no one was around. My feet were tender I don't normally like to go barefoot, but I picked my way home, in the rain. And I enjoyed every minute of it. I have a distinct memory of following the lines of tar in the patched parking lot. I don't remember seeing anyone. I'm sure it's because no one else was as stupid as me. When I got home I took a hot shower and changed into sweats and relaxed. I haven't done anything like that since, but I often think fondly on that dark and stormy night, carrying my shoes, and enjoying the rain.
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