Sunday, April 8, 2012
It is Easter - early afternoon. I am sitting outside and it is starting to rain: beautiful, big, fat rain drops, the kind you can hear falling. Norma was going to do an Easter egg hunt but now it will have to wait. Sitting out here, I can't help but hope all the laughing and happy screaming children go inside. I would love to sit out here with just the rain for company. It is utterly peaceful. It is starting to rain in earnest now and with it a little thunder and a cool misty breeze. The black car just drove away while the red and white stay, a couple of passengers not wanting to face the rain. Over there is a mom and baby, perhaps as enthralled as I am, looking out over their balcony. The water is pooling in the courtyard and I am happy to see the rose bushes blooming again. I wondered about them just yesterday. Oh look! The happiest surprise of all! My neighbor is blowing bubbles into the rain. I wish I had a camera for this moment has made me happy. The thunder is closer and I see Misha looking out from the boy's room. I think she likes this spot because she can watch the pigeons, but today there are no pigeons. The quiet I desired has finally come, along with more rain-spray. I don't mind getting wet. I think I may have dreamed this. The neighbors have all gone back in and still the courtyard floods. A blue truck replaced the black, the white car decided to leave, but the red car remains - much like me. I look around again and this time I see a neighbor leaning over the edge with a potted plant, choosing to let the original waters nourish this house plant of theirs. Beautiful and original. I am alone again. The skies have admittedly turned greyer, but I do not mind. It is still bright day, not to be confused for darker times. The hour, the rain, the bushes blooming below - these all remind me it is spring. It comes back to Easter day, circular indeed. This time the rain and breeze are pushing me in, too wet to stay, but still I hesitate. It is lovely and I do not want to go. But with the rain comes boredom and little boys who want to play. Good day, Easter, good day!