Travels with Grumpus

In the howling wind comes the stinging rain, and I have a bunch of rain songs playing in a loop in my brain. I’ll spare you most of them, but there’s nothing like raindrops falling on my head to set off my inner iPod. Looks like someone else was bored one rainy day too, and with a larger repertoire than mine.

All this rain puts me in mind of typhoon season back home. Outside: flash floods, darkness at noon, rain coming down in sheets. Inside: power outages, flashlights or candles, AM radio. To this day I cannot hear the insistent cadences of AM radio, even on a sunny day, without that peculiar mix of excitement and dread. Excitement for a cancellation of classes announcement, and dread because of the litany of tragedy that inevitably accompanies strong rain.