Rain!

Well, it appears that I just got rained on for the first time in 2008. It's April 4th. The first April shower has arrived. I love it. What I don't love is the potential for snow that it brings. I don't want to see any more snow. I don't care for it anymore. It's bored the crap out of me for weeks. The snow feels like the leftovers that no one has the guts to get rid of. A good rainstorm will do exactly that, it will get rid of the god-awful white mess on people's dead lawns, in our streets and on our sidewalks.

I like that kind of cleansing. It's my favorite. I don't mind at all that it leaves behind all sorts of nastiness. Decayed plant matter, chaotic arrangements of things and the like are simply to expected. Imagine dropping tons of chopped up leaves on the ground, then covering them with something cold and wet for several months. Whatever emerges from that experience is bound to be different from it's beginning.

The smell of pre-rain is intoxicating to me. Of all weather phenomena, pre-rain jumps at me. It's hot. I like it. It makes me happy for a ton of reasons. Mostly the aforementioned clean feeling. But the smell itself is indescribably amazing. I can't explain exactly why I like the taste of raspberry iced tea, nor can I explain why I like tearing apart gummy snacks with my teeth, so there is no way that I can clearly explain why I like the smell of pre-rain. And then the experience of the beginning of a rainfall. The instant bonding of strangers to the idea of shelter.

I think the possibility of instant bonding between people is why, in spite of the clear ability to wipe out all life on the planet, humans still make their way. Homo Sapiens have yet to outgrow our use, as Homo Superior is not here for us to make way for.

Song of the Day: "Oh you pretty things"-David Bowie

Or...

"Chasing Eden"-Tay Zonday (New song, not terribly funny but pretty interesting, moving a bit)