this morning #795.

this morning, the rain was whipping side to side, shooting down from darkened skies. we’d been suffering through weeks of dry heat, so we needed the water. i wished it didn’t have to all come at once though. it was like a scene from a hollywood screen, sheets of showers howling about, a seemingly synthetic strain of rain that comes more from a place of character-building & less from a place of reality. part of me expected to see a witch on a bike riding by in the sky. i wasn’t treated to anything as fancifully dramatic as that though. instead, i watched as the ground reached its saturation point & a small puddle slowly built up into a flood that slowly seeped into my basement.