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Tuesday, After Noon

It begins raining early in the morning but it was only now, with the last crumb of lunch left ignored on the plate that the thunder picks up.  The neighbors must have done laundry, the wet smell of dryer sheets wafting in through the open windows.  Nothing escapes the pervading sense of wet, of humid and cool.  If I were to stand, I am certain the ocean would be frothing up against the rocks.  Vergil's poetry making little swirls as it moves in and out:
Thybriam spumanti sanguine cerno....
But I do not stand, because the thick carpet holds me still, the quiet beating of the kitten’s heart my metronome.  Thunder rolls in the distance.  There were days like these in the mountains, Gwyn reminds me, better days when rain sheets down like lines of Eliot's poetry.  But I shoo her away.  It was her own fault they ever left, I remind her retreating back; and Eliot didn't write in sheets, he wrote in waves.  The pen rests quietly in the smooth valley between thumb and index, the silent mating dance of ink and paper leading to nothing since Friday.  It's been too sunny
But today it rains, long and slow, lightening keeping the steady jazz beat through the thick panes of glass.  The drummer isn't the only one who can keep time.  Kant does not like being next to Aquinas, but he's never happy.  I'll move him to the next shelf; maybe he'll like Scotus better; tomorrow.  But today it rains.
Eternity has returned; the weather in New Italy has never agreed with her bones.  Her umbrella stands open on the porch; her boots track little footprints across the sky blue floor.  Tomorrow the week begins again she tells me.  She takes the chair that has always been hers, Silence's scent a tangible thing there.  And I nod, placing the sleeping creature in her lap.  It is not like her own, but she makes due with what the plot hands her.  Most of the time.
The typewriter takes up its place on the clear desk, the little yellow notes a sea of daisies in which I will write lives.
Today is Tuesday.  And it rained