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It's raining, the first time in quite a while. There has been a set of unusual summer thunder storms passing through today, and this evening, despite the clouds, it's quite warm and humid out. This particular storm has my mind full of so many thoughts, so many memories. I'm reminded of the time I spent in Mississippi, and then the year I spent in Louisiana a year after that. I'm reminded of the miserable, depressing time I spent - alone, lost, confused, reflective. Confronting those feelings, and that time period - given my recent state of mind - is challenging to say the least.
Then there are the more immediate memories. As I sit here alone in my house, with two dogs sleeping cozily on the couches, the rain is sprinkling down outside. There is the distinctive noise of water splattering on the gutters making it's way through the open window to my left, as well as the metallic ting of water striking the patio cover coming from the back yard. I'm reminded of the period of rain we got when we first moved in here - back when there was a we, and the house was ours - before the pronouns in my life made their way over to the "I and my" part of town. The howling ghost from under the door is back, and it's really unfortunate that the dogs haven't yet figured out how to laugh about it with me.
Then there are the more immediate memories. As I sit here alone in my house, with two dogs sleeping cozily on the couches, the rain is sprinkling down outside. There is the distinctive noise of water splattering on the gutters making it's way through the open window to my left, as well as the metallic ting of water striking the patio cover coming from the back yard. I'm reminded of the period of rain we got when we first moved in here - back when there was a we, and the house was ours - before the pronouns in my life made their way over to the "I and my" part of town. The howling ghost from under the door is back, and it's really unfortunate that the dogs haven't yet figured out how to laugh about it with me.