Thirty-four of forty days it rained. And not just intermittently. Taking my wife to a test last Saturday water was halfway up the tires of my car and people were treating it as if it were any other day.
As if 2020 hadn’t been enough. Sandbags in front of department stores.
Rain affects people in different ways. I like rain. I like watching it from my window. I like listening to it while I type or edit.
This many days in a “row” though, really hit me hard. Depression and anxiety kicked in like they hadn’t for years. Cabin fever that had been present since well, the start of 2020, started to feel debilitating.
My brain started to feel like a work of abstract art that I don’t think anyone would hang.
The rain glistens when it’s continuous I’ve found. Everything had a sheen. It’s strange considering the lack of sunlight. My wife likes it because she doesn’t have to clean her car.
I started to walk. I thought at first I’d walk and take pictures. I did, sometimes. Not often. Walking helps. Movement helps. I remember taking the above photo and thinking it felt sunny finally.
I remember when it started. I remember it being funny. It was an otherwise sunny day.
My wife quipped:
“The rainy season starts with a sunny shower~”
I remember thinking that this sofa was a little wet but otherwise I’d probably sit there with a beer or coffee.
“Tomorrow~ When the weather’s nice~”
That’s what she said.
Unfortunately, that wouldn’t be the next day. Or week. Or even month. The sofa is still there but various types of vegetation have made it home.
It would sound funny if I heard it on TV. I’d have even laughed if someone had told me it was their reality.
The reality is though, it sucks.
Seriously.
I know you might be thinking you enjoy the rain. You might be thinking you’d enjoy that time at home listening to it against your window. I enjoyed it too. For a couple of days, a week, even a couple of weeks. It started to become a joke; a meme.
People laughed about it.
I did, too.
Even my cats started to act strange. One thing I’ve noticed about my cats is they act somewhat like a mirror into my soul. My mood directly shows in their mannerisms. I feel sorry for them for the past month.
Finally, last week the sun broke. I was so relieved a camera was the last thing I thought to have with me. The pool we’d bought in June was finally set up. The nieces came over. Fun was had. Life was right again.
Just.
Now..
What do I do?
Breath I guess. I’ll start with that.
Seems to be coming easier.
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My YOUTUBE.
My new ZINE.
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I love the cat.
Sometimes the rain gives you glimpses of another World and the most rewarding photos. At others you just feel like you’re in Blade Runner.