people vs. the rain

it is still raining.

occasionally the water slows from it's torrent into a drizzle and then perhaps an actual pause. it is the wearied inhale as the skies catch their breath between gross exhalations of pent up weight.

i woke up this morning again to the sound of water running off the roof and across the window panes, blurring the obscured monochromatic world of wet leaves and roosting birds.

my goal was to be productive. i intended to embody an whirlwhind of efficiency, but alas i have been anything but.

i checked my mail. i went out and bought spackle to repair the myriad of injuries that i have afflicted upon my walls over the last few years. i ate a burrito. i perused a magazine. i read 40 pages of Middlesex. i had german beer that i cannot identify because of the completely illegible script on the label... it was pretty good. i have listened to at least 5 different albums all the way through... kruder and dorfmeister... iron and wine... frou frou... japancakes... hooverphonic.

i have not packed a damn thing.

part of me would like to blame the rain... blame it on the rain, the song goes. but alas, i cannot. it is only my genetic predisposition for severe procrastination and nothing else.

the rain is not to blame.