plash 3 June 2008
I am sitting listening to the plash of the rain on the wet road outside as cars goes by – a strangely comforting sound. Tis another rainy night in Soho. I was out earlier and struck by how uneven everything is when the rain comes. Or perhaps it’s more accurate to say I always notice it more when then hollows are filled with water, and hidden bumps ‘n bits snag at a foot. It’s a little reminder that, though we build our streets and roads and fortresses, the earth is moving on beneath us and doing its bit from above too to chip away at our efforts. Still, everything will sparkle and be refreshed when the sun deigns to shine on us again and it’s mild so there is a nice sensation to the rain on the face. Although I could do without the damp creeping up my leg and reminding me that my trousers are a tad too long and dragging in puddles (or is it the legs are too short?) and that I am a bit of a fool to have carried so much back from the supermarket just cos I wanted some flowers to brighten up the table and therefore couldn’t hold the umbrella above my head and got wetter than I might have (soft drop of rain or not). Small things and I’ll get over them. All is well.
