Chris Walsh (chris_walsh) wrote,
Chris Walsh

The good news of rain; the bad news of loss

Rain. It arrived.

When I went to bed last night, needed rain had reached parts of the Willamette Valley. It mainly was happening south and west of me, but at least after the days of nasty, stagnant air in the Pacific Northwest, those were areas that needed the cleaning a good rain can provide.

And then it did arrive, for us in the Portland area. At 3:30 a.m. I awoke from a dream, and heard first the thunder then the rain. And saw, through my window curtain, the flashes of lightning — mostly, it seemed, sheet lightning staying in the clouds. I got up, took my tablet, went into the living room, and opened the front window's curtains. Water, falling. So much water.

I was too tired to really feel relief at that moment, but I knew intellectually: this would help.

I videotaped a little under a minute of the storm, posted it online, then went back to bed and, eventually, to sleep. Took a while, though: loud storm.

It was nice to wake up this morning and look outside and know I hadn't dreamed the rain. I took my time doing anything even remotely strenuous, though, as I was pretty tired. Lots of reasons to be tired, right now. But in the afternoon I got outside, masked against the virus but less worried about the air quality. Walked my first long walk in a couple of weeks, up Foster to SE 50th and Powell, then back. I got rained on while walking the final 10 blocks home but that was no problem. Felt kind of good.

We need something that feels good. And, sadly, tragically, not long after I got home I got hit with today's major bad news, the death of Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg, because 2020 is one gut punch after another, still. And getting the needed rains seemed suddenly like such piddling, small-potatoes relief; it didn't feel much like relief anymore after that bad news.

We know what it's like to have trouble breathing. To get easier breath, finally, after this maddening week, then to have that hit us... But. First. Breathe. Then see what you can do to make good come from this. We need that, too.

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