|Walking down Houston on a rainy day in New York City, 2006.|
It rained for most part of the day today. Though I don't like getting wet while getting to work or to pick up my girls, I do love rainy days; especially when I get to stay home and watch from my window. My current apartment doesn't allow me to enjoy the view, I mean, looking out my window all I see is someone else's living room or kitchen. Not fun. I remember living in Great Neck or Briarwood and just enjoying the sound of water falling, watching it slip down the glass, form small puddles on my fire escape or lawn. I know this living arrangement is only temporary so, for now, I can only reminisce.
There's also something terribly sad and romantic about the rain; and, though it may seem cold and inconvenient, it's conducive to building warm memories with loved ones and if alone, to creative afternoons. I've been most creative when alone and it's raining. There is no better time to reflect, organize or catch up with things. Right now, I may be too busy for any of this but, there will always be rainy days and it's just a matter of time for us to reconnect.