Writing With Abandon

Reflections and ramblings about life as an educator, writer, reader, knitter, and over-thinker. Trying to do the writing only I can do.

Brain Storm

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Amy Crehore

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Today it rained.

It wasn’t a passing storm like the ones typical of Miami in the wet season, but a full-day downpour, gray and dreary. The streets flooded as they tend to do in this city. Our shoes got wet, as did the pup’s paws. The umbrellas are open and drying in the tub.

It wasn’t a random rain like that one a month ago on a Tuesday, when they told us to go home early, and we didn’t have umbrellas. We ran, giggling, with our bags over our heads. We arrived home soaked, threw our clothes directly in the washing machine, grins plastered to our faces.

Today’s rain was the type that coats everything in its gloom. The type where you can’t tell what time it is because the sky has held the same overcast shade all day.

Today’s rain almost made me miss this slice — my brain storming with thoughts, none of them worth writing — but I showed up.

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    Amanda Potts

    This is an incredibly poetic way to “show up.” What a great description. I love the repetition of “It wasn’t a…” and the way you contrasted the three rains, especially how the first two echo each other. Also, this line, “Today’s rain was the type that coats everything in its gloom” caught my attention – I thought “Oh, I knowthat kind of rain.` Looks like the rain really did bring on a brainstorm for you.

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      Amy Crehore

      Thank you so much for your encouraging words! Sometimes, in forcing myself to show up, I don’t even see the poetic nature of the writing itself. Thanks for reminding me that it’s there! And yes — that was exactly the type of rain!!!

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