This summer my family traveled to the Pacific Northwest. It was the first time any of us had ever visisted that part of the country, and we were excited to see its evergreen sights. For most folks living on the East Coast, all we ever hear about Seattle is how rainy it is. Turns out, August in Seattle isn't particularly wet, and our rain gear went unused. Now that November has arrived and we're facing a soggy season of our own, my mind can't help drifting back west...
P.S. This poem was a family favorite even before our trip...we like to debate the sentiments of the ending.
In the pouring
teeming rain
a deluge
pounding down
sounding
as if
it will
never
come to an
end again
a man
crouches
on the pavement
clutching a
bright yellow umbrella
in one hand
bending over
his
intently
reading
today’s
weather
report.
- Lee Bennett Hopkins, My
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