Today it's been rainy and overcast, which I love. I don't handle extended periods of rainy weather well, but thunderstorms are one of my all time favorite things. Sadly, one of CA's only faults is the lack of thunder and lightening. So whenever we get a rainy day it immediately puts me in a certain kind of mood. Pensive, reminiscent, a tad melancholy, but also hopeful and happy. It's my ideal writing weather (and ideal snuggling weather), and my first instinct is to grab a huge mug of coffee, curl up a desk or table somewhere in sweatpants, and write for hours. Rain is so inspiring.
On that note, here's my first piece of creative writing on the new blog - it's a poem called 'the rainiest days.'
The Rainiest Days
On the rainiest days I think of you
When the LA sun dissolves into clouds
And the boulevard is slow and silent
I find you in the sides of skyscrapers,
Slick and reflective with the downpour
I’ll begin to run – not away, but into the water
Soaked through and heaving
My heart beat ballooning outward
Like the rain breaking on still hot concrete
Everything cobalt and grey
Whirled together watercolor
My new city merging with the sky
Steel melting, slippery beneath my shoes
And suddenly I’m swallowing the atmosphere
Tasting inverted puddles, pale blue cotton candy
And metallic dirt – electric
Your current shifting through the street
Reassuring me that rainy days
Though few and far between
Will always be ours
When writing this, I was thinking about about some other version of myself, ex-lovers, friends I haven't seen in a long time, people I haven't lost yet, and ancestors past. This poem is for the people we think about with very deep, sometimes conflicted emotions...people that we are reminded of when it rains, or when we smell jasmine, or when we see a certain shade of blue.
On another note, I left out all punctuation in this poem. I have a tendency to do that, simply because I like to leave it up to the reader how and where to pause. A lot of the lines can be interpreted differently depending on where you stop. Whether you read it through as one long piece, or add in your own punctuation, I like that it's more interactive.
On another random note - it's my baby Louie's birthday! He's two years old today! He's the sweetest, spazziest, cutest puppy ever and I adore him.