#boston rain

[lizacharlesworth1]

Boston in the Rain by Liza Charlesworth

[fallintolight]

The rain is so pretty in Boston right now. From my window, I can almost not even tell that it's raining. The only way I can see it is from the raindrops reflecting the bit of sunlight that has made its way past the clouds, and under the leaves. But when I try to see it hit the ground or fall through the air, it's invisible to me. 

Ahh it's so lovely -w-

[friendethan]

Boston Rain, Part II

The way she wailed, gasping after the piling rain, as though water was not the gift of life, but simply a deadly chemical, clinging onto her skin via her jeans that were darkened by its invasion.

 She stood desperately, her words disabled by the neurotoxin that has travelled up her arteries, into her parietal lobe and somehow disrupted, diluted and diverted one of the many pathways leading to speech.

Yes, the way she glared at those weighed-down jeans and thoroughly drenched socks too heavy to be lifted from the floor makes me wonder if water from the heavenly sky was longer a safe wonder.

[friendethan]

Boston Rain, Part I

I know it has to be: those droplets too heavy to hang in the clouds, too mighty and dense to float above this mass of air, are definitely to fall downwards to the gravel waiting below to guide them towards an even lower state of potential energy where it would therefore be of a less active and more steady existence of which we can control and be determinate of other solutes that can dissolve readily in this potent agent that is already in a less reactive state. Yet I am sure, that in this sudden pour of Boston rain, wherein roads were smouldered, sidewalks plundered, cars run over and trucks melted, Shel Silverstein had it right--the world was falling upwards.