view from my breezeway, in the rain
creosote in bloom
cactus in bloom
agave in bloom
Surprises can be so very, very nice. When I went to bed last night, I knew that there was supposed to be a slight chance of rain on Friday. When I woke up, though, it was raining already! It was the typical sort of rain we get here, other than monsoon thunderstorms -- a light, intermittent rain that somehow manages to soak the hard, dusty earth and release the pungent scent of creosote.
Most of my main characters over the last few years love rain. It's not something I do on purpose, particularly -- it's more that I can't imagine a protagonist who doesn't have that love. This is probably a terrible failure of imagination for a writer. But I don't give a fuck.
rain -- Rain -- RAIN!
Wow, agave is so...phallic. It's funny, it never ceases to amaze me how dry it is there (even with rain).
ReplyDeleteI think if you lived in Eugene or Portland or Seattle, you could learn to hate rain.