Melancholy Rain

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Melancholy Rain
It was a Saturday night around 8:30. I was casually walking home from The Dark Room where I was with friends, listening to music. Nearing Highway 101 overpass on California Street in San Luis Obispo, I noticed, how still the night. The air was thick and heavy. Noises could be heard coming from the patches of dry brown grass at the edge of the sidewalk. I thought of small animals enjoying the night, of seeds popping in ideal conditions, and of someone behind me. I look over my shoulder for reassurance; no one, just darkness. In the road, cars seemed to fly by in some sort of race. In the quiet space between cars, a sound emanated all around me similar to leaves dancing and scratching against the pavement, but there was no wind. Searching through my minds file, I fumbled for possible answers, but I cast all of them out. Half a minute in question passed before a drop of water unexpectedly touched my hand, and then another. My perspective of the night changed my mood to match the setting. Cars seem to quicken their pace as I slowed mine. The smell of wet exhaust and pavement began to fill the air. The night remained still for me. Walking on the overpass, I stopped and looked up the highway; oncoming bright white lights below me to my left and red tail lights to the right with the occasional yellow blinker. I saw a distant street lamp with a cone of light. Mist saturated the scene with brightly lit rain drops piercing and darting through at an angle and back out into the dark.  Softly, slowly, it began to rain.http://davidcdagley.com/