4 January 2013
Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue. I'd been there all day, sometimes standing, sometimes walking. Always getting wet. Huge tear shaped drops reflected everything in their bulbous bodies before splashing down on to the car roofs like a million drummers all playing a different rhythm, but all at the same time. The ones that hit the pavement and the road seemed to be creating their own miniature swimming pools before they burst. You said you'd be back today and like a silly childlike fool I believed every word. But I couldn't bear to stay indoors just waiting for the harsh shrill tone of the phone to break the dusty silence. I'd only become dusty too. What better place to wash away that dust than here on the street we called home. Rainwater pouring down the paved driveways and making fountains out of the birdbaths in the few gardens that were left. I wondered if it would ever stop. I wondered if I really wanted it to ever stop. For if I looked up often enough, the rain would disguise my tears, and no-one would ever know that half the water in the street was because of me. You said you'd be back today. Sitting on your favourite chair, I contemplated the vacuum in my heart, and it was then that the rain started falling indoors as well. Wonder if it'll rain on Friday too?
First line from 'Ordinary World' by Duran Duran
Rainy Thursday • Opuss № I