raining

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I wish it dark. I’m glad the rain’s coming down. The valet attendants run around grabbing car keys and pulling into the parking garage. Everybody walks in and gives me dirty looks like the rain is my fault. There’s a line and they’re all annoyed; she blames me and the rain for the mascara stains on her cheeks and he blames me and the rain for soaking his suitcase. Here’s your key, sir. Enjoy your stay, ma’am. Enjoy the weather!
It’s a rare good mood and it’s poisonous. I want to shout at them and shoot my arms to the sky. Why be the sad? Why are you frowning! Rub your makeup around your cheeks, trip through the door! Sign this formality and rip it up, it’s the weekend!
It’s barely raining when I leave the hotel. I drive under bleak lights and through empty streets. I feel naked and alone. The music pumps me alive. No one else exists. I’m driving and driving and going nowhere, but floating into the sky. The clouds are all corpses, slowly rising and dying far above our heads. Their blood drips down, rain platters my windshield. It’s the weekend and I’m driving home, alone, for this short second.

I feel a familiar relaxation, driving the long highway home, half-listening to a ragtime tune through the hypnotic hiss of the air conditioning. I approach fifty five and set the cruise control, paranoid of lurking patrol cars, and slip through the night.
My thoughts gain angular momentum and spin into a vortex: Who cares, what difference does any of this make; nothing makes any difference anymore anyway. I lightly recall the general malaise of a million conversations and news stories. The world has been taken over by cars. They are everywhere, inevitable, inexpungable. Corporate crooks are ruining our future. Any hope for future “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness” has been crushed by our chronic inability, particularly in the poorer countries of the world, to accept that fact that our planet will not be able to and barely is able to support our bloated population.
Mars lights up in the distance like Venus. War over sex. Or maybe new beginnings. I smile and think of my furry friends. Who knew that full-grown cats can still interact and play with each other like big kittens?

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