It's raining softly outside


Nothing important, just me musing

Tuesday. Technopagan.

Right.

On the whole I'd rather be watching the rain.

Yesterday I finished off the last of the tomatoes. Sliced thinly, baked for just a few minutes, topped with bread crumbs and Parmesan on a bed of cool spinach with just a touch of wine vinegar.

And now I am making myself hungry.

Like I said, my Patrons are of the sky father/earth mother mold. A friend once told me that with Sky Fathers and Earth Mothers, hard rain meant rough sex between them. I suppose that would make soft rain gentle sex, something that takes time and effort to maintain arousal for a while. I like that idea. After all, one of the marks of a good lover is someone who can take you to the edge of orgasm and keep you there without quite pushing you over.

As it is, I love how the soft rain brings out the greens.

I like green.

If you weren't raised in a desert, it's hard to understand what the appeal of green can be. I grew up mainly in Phoenix, most of the everyday plant life you see there is what people plopped down. And the sand is beige. Which may be why I don't do khaki. Both my folks come from the South. So when we'd go back visiting, not only the humidity but the smells would assault your senses. And greens, Oh gods, the greens. Even the mold looked good. Of course, after a couple of days, the new sensations would lose their intensity and you'd just be uncomfortable. Constant high humidity in the summer makes desert dwellers droop.

Throw soft rain at me and I have all these sense memories. Mostly good ones.

There was also a time at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. Near the top of the trailhead and built under the Grand Canyon Lodge, there is a small lookout with a bench. It's a great place for sunrises. This particular time, well, let's just say that was a very pleasant memory. Rain and all.

This rain isn't quite hard enough for an umbrella. But it is enough to spot my glasses. So I have to be nearsighted in the rain. And if you think I am going to waste a perfectly good rain by wearing a hat, well, you just don't know me very well.

I think I am going to go walk a while. Maybe take my shoes off.

Posted: Tue - September 7, 2010 at 01:37 PM
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