When it Rains


I used to watch this video at my Grammie's house when I was younger-- name unknown--
but the opening scene was of rain. It was a British video and I believe it had something to
do with a rabbit but the part that always caught my attention was the opening. 

Soft piano music plays in the background, rain is falling on the leaves and there is a 
soft pitter-patter of raindrops falling off flowers and leaving them glistening. 
For some reason that image has stayed with me all my life and every time it rains,
it brings me back to that comforting feeling I always had when watching that video.
It's as if all is right and quiet with the world. 

Right now my street is flooded, there is a leak in my roommates room that I just put a pot under,
there is another leak in the laundry room, and I'm watching small cars pummel through
the river otherwise known as our street. 

This is one of the things that I will miss. 
Oh Tucson and your monsoons. It never just rains here. It pours. 
(and subsequently floods)

*written a little while ago but I wanted to document the moment

1 comment:

Allie said...

that is such a cool photo, i love the rain! but i can't say i've ever been in a monsoon!