I woke up this damp day
thinking of Venice … ~ Dreaming Water, by Rhina P. Espaillat
A damp day in Southern California can spur dreams of Venice or similar cities where water abounds, where precipitation alleviates heat and drought, where dry air, a cocktail of dust and pollen stirred by the punishing Santa Ana winds, is washed anew.
Southern California has a strange relationship with rain. We get too much, and watch houses wash out into the ocean, or not a drop for a year, and watch all that once was green dry out. Still, we love rain, despite its long absences and brutal attacks on the landscape.
I love rain for many reasons, from the most obvious given the drought to the abundance of sensory information there to explore, the white noise that blots out distractions, the calm it offers as I watch it out the window.
Rain would be my favorite everyday moment, if not so scarce.
Just as music soothes the savage soul … rain soothes the mind; and there are few — very few — more appealing everyday moments than waking up to the sound of rain.
… my bones dreamt water;
and I thought of green-dappled
ceilings glimpsed from our
gondola, the sea
domestic in its stone gloves.