So there was a rainstorm over the weekend…
For the Pacific Northwest, the storm was expected to be the worst in decades. So far in Seattle, there were some tough winds and infrequent showers. Much seemed like just another Fall weekend around here (while I heard the Oregon Coast received much harsher treatment). I found much of the passing rain soothing, and restful. I missed the power outages that occurred in some areas. I was almost looking forward to the possibility of such, with warnings around the front door and local newsfeeds. I would then take deeper naps before another workweek. Instead, I get the beeps and lights from the addictive mobile devices around, with more ongoing, yet not always assuring weather reports.
The above picture was taken from a little secret area I go at times, somewhere in Downtown Seattle.
– Orion T
Rain down the Needle..
All 605 feet (804 meters) of it on this quiet Sunday. I can take a break under this world famous Space Needle. Here, is generous shelter cover to fix my umbrella, and unwrap the last lolly candy thing in my pocket (snagged from the local dish at the bank three days ago). Also, it’s a good place to look up and admire this unique view.
The rain is light today, yet the loudest noise around me with the constant pitter patter upon my cheap, flimsy umbrella (of which I give and putting in nearby trash). It’s louder than the distant cheers Seahawk fans, as our city football team beat the Oakland Raiders 30-24 in today’s game. The rain is more noticeable than all the passing cars of the city splashing through puddles on every corner. I could imagine stories from the distant sirens, of situations more important than my mundane situation. I can hear some faint laughter from passing tourists, taking those all important selfies with the Needle crouching over. The rain overall, is the most prominent of this moment and the rest of my walk.
I’ll let my smile be my umbrella.