sometimes

There's a storm outside, and the gap between crack and thunder
Crack and thunder, is closing in, is closing in
The rain floods gutters, and makes a great sound on the concrete
On a flat roof, there's a boy leaning against the wall of rain
Aerial held high, calling "come on thunder, come on thunder"
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Had to break free from work today and started my run with a new set of music.
"Sometimes" by the old James was the first song on the play list, designed to get me from house to track and motivated to run a few miles. Still, as I made the trek over, (giving about 4:35 to do it) the skies turned and I was in the midst of a down pour.

Too far to turn back and the drops, cold and HUGE were unavoidable and so I knew I needed to take temporary shelter under a nearby tree. I stood as the rain storm hit listening to this song (and the above):

It's a monsoon, and the rain lifts lids off cars
Spinning buses like toys, stripping them to chrome
Across the bay, the waves are turning into something else
Picking up fishing boats and spewing them on the shore

The boy is hit, lit up against the sky, like a sign, like a neon sign
And he crumples, drops into the gutter, legs twitching
The flood swells his clothes and delivers him on, delivers him on

About this time in the song, I began moving and was choked by the smell of hot, wet street and sidewalk. Still, the smells of newly fallen rain on grass and flora was lovely and I pressed on...mist rising with the moisture rising and humidity and rain together..


There's four new colors in the rainbow
An old man's taking Polaroids
But all he captures is endless rain, endless rain
He says listen, takes my head and puts my ear to his
And I swear I can hear the sea

"Sometimes I look in your eyes and can see your soul," he says.

Lately I have given up that ghost but find the physical focus to be satisfying.
It will do for now.
It will do....

10:19pm.
I just took some time to see what I was thinking about and doing last year at this time in blog -o-sphere and It was another time of strife.
Would like to see next year's blog entree and find myself miles from this place and this feeling.
Still, in the moment, it makes for challenging times for me.