warning: wierd, quasi-poetic stuff. i am not a poet, so you probably should not read this. it was just raining, and well, i had to do SOMETHING.

tonight reminded me why i am sad to leave oregon.
as i write this, my wet footprints are drying on the concrete basement floor where i walked to the shoe dryer. periodically, drops of water condese on the back of my head, and drip onto my neck. outside the rain, my glorious, beautiful rain, is pelting down in what can only be described as sheets. if i look out the door, i can see streamers of water dance across harrison boulevard, and the streets are nearly empty. the are only a few people out, and they are on their way to or from cars or apartments. even the cars hesitate to break the sanctitude of my farewell storm. i'm sure that's only becasue most intelligent people don't want to drive in weather like this - and rightly so, as it can be dangerous - but that doesn't stop me from believing that, just for a moment, i have this wet, stormy corvallis all to myself, forever and always, till death do we part. i'm leaving tomarrow, to go back to southern california. not a place i enjoy, but complaints are for another time. right now is for me to enjoy the weather and the place that i love. i can think of few things more fantastic and heart-wrenchingly beautiful than what i walked in tonight: the rain that stung as it hit my face; the wind so strong, it forced me to close my eyes, and walk blindly; the puddles that formed in the dips in the sidewalk. of all the nights to be my last in corvallis, i do not think that i could have picked a better one than this.