Storm Clouds

May 28th, 2008

I love rain at night, rain anytime I’m safe inside the house, or at least have the illusion of being safe. I think so often of how lucky I am to have a house, snug and small and wrapped around me like a hug. The house I grew up in was full of discord and loud voices and sharp corners. The houses I lived in when I was married were far from safe because I never knew when the atmosphere would turn violent. I tried to take up as little room as possible, call as little atttention to myself as possible. When I was a single mother, I was always calculating how to keep the roof over our heads intact–paying the rent the very last day it was due, getting to the electric company to make a middle of the night payment. Shutting the door at night and knowing I’d kept it together one more day was sometimes a major accomplishment. So home is unreasonably important to me. Maybe it’s why I’m not very daring when it comes to travel…I set off as if I will never see home again, with a resignation that would be comical if it weren’t so limiting. Once I’m on the road, I’m better and I can understand why it’s important to leave home like Mole in The Wind in the Willows to see the world. But oh how I love the sound of rain on my own roof, no matter how temporal or transient that shelter may be.

One Response to “Storm Clouds”

  1. design for mankind. says:

    LOVE this photo! 🙂