Pass with Care

The forecast called for thunderstorms so I left early to beat the downpour. Into the muggy thick air I went, umbrella open. It felt like dragging a spoon through oatmeal except the heavy air smelled sharp like it always does before a storm. The sidewalks were deserted. My umbrella stayed open as passing showers visited…

A Weather Paradox

I love rainy days. I love gray, drizzly mornings. I love overcast afternoons. I love ’em all. Don’t worry, I’m not depressed, I just have light sensitivity and glare issues due to my low vision. Personally, it’s a bit confusing because for the vast majority of my life, rainy days were to be lamented (except…

The Wind and the Rain

Something woke me up. And in that confused, delirious middle-of-the-night moment, I lay there in bed, listening. My husband’s deep breathing told me he was still asleep. It was the noise outside that woke me. The pitter-patter of the evening rain had turned into a regular downpour. It sounded like some maniac was heaving buckets…

The Girl at the Rock Show

We wait out the weather in line with thousands of other fans. The storm clouds dissipate, and the ticketing gates open. My friends and I stream inside the fence, eager to claim our space. The lawn buzzes with conversation. People mill about in small groups of two or three, filling in gaps close to the…