This is Just to Say

[madrobins]

Have I mentioned how really, really sick I am of rain? It is coming down like God-with-a-bucket right now, but for the past few weeks what we've had is variations on a theme of rain: misty rain, buckets o' rain, sheeting rain, spattering rain, sun-showers, here and there rain. The hills, usually a crunchy paper-bag brown by this time of year, are verdant as all get-out. We're hearing reports of houses built on stilts on hillsides starting to slide downward. And, speaking personally, I'm just tired of it. It's hard to get enthusiastic about leaving the house and going off to work when I'm morally certain to be soggy down to my socks by the time I get to the cafe. My neighbors are wandering around with a slightly gobsmacked expression of incredulity: this is not what they expect for April. Enough already.