COME AGAIN ANOTHER DAY
We took the recyclables in today and stopped at the grocery store and the whole way there and back in the car I sang rain songs. It’s been raining non-stop all day, the dreary leaf-loosening autumn rain that bodes ill for a snowy winter. It’s the kind of rain that seems as if it will never stop, and when you’ve lived in Sweden for long enough, the very real prospect of just that thing is too overwhelming to contemplate for long, hence the loud choruses of Rain, Rain Go Away and It’s Raining, it’s Pouring, etc. The kids sang along...