The Current Forecast
Friday, September 26th, 2003
The Current Forecast
A Dom Entry
Clouds are forming over my house. I swear it's just over my house. Big, dark, rain arsenal clouds. I'm buggered.
I tried moving my bed to a room with a more stable rooftop, but my attempts failed. Couldn't get the fourth bed post out of the crack in the floor.
That is a bad sign, you know?
Have you ever smelled the rain before it comes? Tonight I just sat out on the step of my porch and watched everything darken before sunset. All of the colors outside greyed away and the air began to chill. It's the cold, I think, that smells so much like rain. You can tell - it's kind of damp. Then, sometimes I think it's crisp, like everything knows what's about to happen. If there had been thunder, it would have made the mood perfect. But I don't think it's been entirely warm enough for that. It was just dead quiet. You know, wind-rustling-leaves sort of quiet. My house was creating its own chorus of rotting creaks. I felt that I was the only thing that was very still.
I sat out for about an hour, watching the sky turn out from the edge of the eaves. But I thought of Billy more than anything. I wanted to just feel him sitting next to me. It was almost an obsessive thought. Sometimes I'd even look beside at the bare porch step to imagine him there. I'd know I was going to drive myself crazy.
The tension in the air is still there. The rain hasn't broken loose yet. With any luck, it'll hold until morning, when I can be out from under my roof.
I should get some sleep.
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