Building An Ark, Reserve Your Seats.
It’s the apocalypse and it’s all my fault. It just keeps coming and never stops. But let me back up…
When I was child I loved the rain and could frequently be found outside trying to get a better view of the lightening during thunderstorms. Insanity runs in my family.
But I had a sort of love hate relationship with rain. On the one hand the cool air and the sound of the rain pinging off the roof tiles seemed like the siren song of some gentle water elemental lulling me to sweet slumber. Trouble is, rain still knocks me out like so much liquid Benadryl. No wait, Benadryl is already a liquid. Ok, it’s like some sort of watery…sleep inducing…thing. I never cease to image myself.
Anyway, I was crazy in a lot of other ways as a kid as well. For one thing I was incredibly superstitious and took every fairytale, myth, fable, urban legend and ghost story seriously. I was so scared to step on a crack for fear of killing my mother that I’d hurl myself across broken sections of the sidewalk, knowing full well I have no sense of grace and would probably break my noggin in the process. But back to rain. I was something of a tomboy (refrain from gasping) as a kid and loved to be outside so when it would rain I’d sing that old nursery rhyme:
Rain, rain, go away,
Come again some another day,
We want to go outside and play,
So come again another day.
But then one day it occurred to me that ‘another day’ would eventually arrive. I was positively convinced that one day, completely out of the blue; a raging storm would converge over my person and proceed to drown me. I stopped singing the song. But I’m afraid ‘another day’ is upon us. That or this is typical weather for Delaware in June. I prefer my loony but more entertaining theory.
The rain never seems to cease and all I can do is sleep. I’ve played loud music, danced like a spazz, drunk cup after cup of coffee, nothing works. I’m helpless against its irresistible melody. Today I fell asleep standing up in front of my pantry door with my hand still on the knob. I guess it doesn’t help that the meds I’m taking make you sleepy either but I blame the rain. Something must be done.
So I’m building an ark and setting sail for dryer lands. You and a guest are invited to join me so long as you bring your own towels and don’t taunt the lions. As soon as the ship is done I’ll let you know. I’ll get started on it asap….I just need to rest my eyes for a sec…zzzzz. Good luck and blessings, Prana