It was nice yesterday in Massachusetts. But it's raining today. And it rained every day before yesterday for about a week. It's been raining or overcast for a long time. Not quite seven years, but the rain makes me feel blah after a day or two.
I know a lot of you have read Ray Bradbury's All Summer In A Day. But if you're not familiar with it - here's an excerpt. It's a fantastic story, written over 50 years ago. Google it and read it in it's entirety. It's only 2000 words. It's how I feel today. And I wish it was stopping.
The children pressed to each other like so many roses, so many weeds, intermixed, peering out for a look at the hidden sun.
It had been raining for seven years; thousand upon thousands of days compounded and filled from one end to the other with rain, with the drum and gush of water, with the sweet crystal fall of showers and the concussion of storms so heavy they were tidal waves come over the islands. A thousand forests had been crushed under the rain and grown up a thousand times to be crushed again. And this was the way life was forever on the planet Venus, and this was the schoolroom of the children of the rocket men and women who had come to a raining world to set up civilization and live out their lives.
“It’s stopping, it’s stopping!”