Did you know that things don’t disappear when you throw them away? Nor people either. Yes, out of sight out of mind. I know I used to live that way too. Consuming time without savoring it. Discarding relationships without mending them. Click-n-ship party-in-a-bag, easy open, seasonal designs, new, new, new, more for me. See me in the tropics. See me on a glacier. See me on a mountaintop. See me looking blissfully ignorant of the wake of suffering I’m causing. Not a minute to pause our navel-gazing to give more than we take or clip our six-pack rings to save the dolphins. No worries. All good. You do you. Every little thing’s gonna be alright.
The rain slapped all over us as we ran to the car. It felt fun until it felt relentless. We smiled real smiles, which turned into instinctive laughing, like when you’re being tickled but don’t want to be anymore, or someone’s told a joke in a group at your expense.
Still, it felt special and important. In our dry state we long for rain even when it floods in a flash and dents roofs and insurance claims. We stood under the hatch of our car as we shuttled in wet groceries and my new planner — wet through.
I took the back roads home so I could hydroplane into fields instead of other cars. I thought of the farmers, like my sons’ father, gambling on the weather who’d just cut their hay for bales that wouldn’t pay the bills anymore.