Start Building an Ark

I’m sitting in my room tonight listening to the rain as it crashes against my window. Before I moved to Boston I never really heard angry rain. I had heard drizzles, showers, storms, down pours, and that steady rain that makes a day miserable. The rain here on a day (or night) of a nor’easter has a certain sound, a sounds that lets you know that it’s outside and it wants in. A sound of relentless rain that comes on in waves, a sound of wind that finds its way through all the cracks in the apartment, a sound of the pictures on the walls swaying just a little as the house shakes from the gusts of wind. Maybe it’s because I’ve never lived in the top story of a house, maybe it’s because I’m usually alone when big storms comes up. But now I’m here in a quiet house listening to the storm that is beginning to pick up speed and it’s not as cozy as it sounds.