The rain has been relatively incessant the last week (with the exception of yesterday afternoon’s obnoxious burst of sun) that I’ve been thinking of writing some rain-related poems. The problem with that is, somehow all the connotations of rain are cliché, and I’m not sure how I can write about it in a fresh way.
The rain we had today was like a rain back home in Louisiana–a gullywasher, where the rain doesn’t fall so much as spill from a dam in the heavens, and the skylights in my sunroom reminded me of a windshield when you go through an automatic car wash. In a word, it was awesome.
The downside, of course, is the flooding, and the idiotic Atlanta drivers in their assinine SUVs who think it’s fine to barrel through huge lakes in the street, sending up 10 foot walls of water that deluge your windshield and blind you. I’d rather not have to drive in that.
Ah, well, I suppose this is a pointless post. Maybe I will have something writing-related to tell you tomorrow. Though, as I think about it, I did get a rejection for both of my chapbooks today, which, while unsurprising, still sucked. Another $20 down the drain. *Sigh*