Rain #3

I went outside and felt the rain, soft on my face, cool and soothing. I’ve always liked the rain. I love to sit by the patio doors watching the rain shape the surface of the canal, blown this way and that by the wind. I love to see rain blown across the beams of tall street lights: you can see the raindrops picked out by the light, falling endlessly down, all on the same journey.
In Tenerife there is a regular, though infrequent high wind* which carries fine sand from the Western Sahara. We sat outside the poolside bar one evening and watched the falling grains mimic the ebb and flow of raindrops in the beams cast by the lights.

* the sirocco, but called the kalima by local people.


About lorrainegradwell

Active in the disabled peoples' movement since the early 80's, stepping back a bit now but still speaking up and still looking for independence and an end to discrimination.
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