Star Crafty

Lastly, before I ventured into absurd comedy land, your post made me cry a little tear. I have not seen water (save for the shower, dishwasher, washer machine and hidden sprinklers) in 42 days. It has not rained at all and I have not seen any body of water, either. It sounds stupid, but it feels as if I need this constant element or else I feel a bit off. Despite being considered a "paradise", summers in Puerto Rico are rainy, especially in my hometown, and you could count on the afternoon storm to roll on by at 12:45 and accompany you till 2:15. Last night, at around 3AM, my heart jumped in hopeful excitement as I heard some sporadic tapping on my window. Had the world been awake at that awful ime, I woud've kissed it. I thought it was raining. But of course, it wasn't. I miss the greenery the rain brings, I miss the small puddles of water that serve as stubborn evidence of the fury of a storm, I miss skipping over them as stylishly dressed blonde starlets did in quaint 60s musicals, I miss the peculiar smell of rain that reminds me of my Mom's cooking back in Sabalos, I miss my $3 Walmart umbrella with silly smiley faces that I hoped brought a smile to someone as I skipped down Broughton, I miss my irrational fear at the smallest hint of a tornado watch or warning (come to think of it, I also miss that annoying siren in Savannah), I miss attuning my ears trying in vain to count the drops per minute, I miss not having embraced the rain as much as I should've. But most of all, I miss the promise of sunshine, that little wink from God as he clears a few clouds and a rebellious streak of light breaks through, and the asphalt is illuminated with an unearthly glow made even more striking with the few remaining drops that do not surrender, hammering and hammering the ground with a force not seen in millenia, but they know they can't fight the Sun, and they know they are hated and despised by those who unfortunately need them. Well... here I am rain, I need you back in my life.

March 2007, La Parguera. When I think of my future it is no surprise that most of the events I fancy in happening, most are centered around the Ocean. My wedding will be at the beach (complete with grilled burgers and steak and cupcakes, of course). I want my house perched vulnerably by the sea (like Anabelle Lee). I want to marry a surfer (a very hot one) and I want my kids to grow up surrounded by this beauty. It's all very much like The Blue Lagoon. Minus that whole we're stranded on a island and now I have to build a very questionable house out of bamboo and fish scales survival fiasco. Yeah, not down with that at all.

March 2007, On our way to El Yunque. My friends will laugh at me when I tell them THIS is what I miss. Traffic jams over a storm in Puerto Rico. Okay okay, I don't miss rain that much.

March 2007, El Yunque. How not to miss this.