It’s Monday, but it’s mellow. When it rains like this; casually, lazily, with no purpose other than to renew the land, nourish the life and make the streets shiny, everything seems to slow down just a little in order to receive it. My hometown has more of these days than not (which explains the coffee obsession) so when it rains like this in Orlando I think it makes me a bit nostalgic. Orlando gets it’s share of rain, but it’s more of the soaking, torrential, relentless downpour for fifteen minutes. That has it’s place, and can be fun in the right circumstances, but today is a lazy rain, the kind you can walk in without worry of ruining your hair or damaging your iPhone.
As of now I’m sitting at my normal lunch spot watching the drops hit the glazed marble walkways as people walk down the streets with grossly oversized umbrellas. In Seattle you don’t usually bother with an umbrella, the rain is more like a dense mist, but here if you’re caught without an umbrella in a downpour, nothing can save you from being soaked. Those that walk without an umbrella today are fine, but they aren’t being as a Seattle native, they are simply unprepared. Ironically I meant to write a slightly ranty post today, but it rained and I am calm. If I’m not feeling it, I can’t write it. Instead I am here, just being a part of it, soaking it all in metaphorically and feeling peaceful.
In essence the rain made today. I spent the first part of the day driving and hanging around exotic cars as a result of my boss’s convertible top being stuck down. This morning the rain had not yet come, but we knew it would, so I had to arrange for service. At the same time, we were filming a promo spot for the the local Mall at Millenia which required the use of a high-end vehicle. The plan was to use my boss’s Audi S5, but with it in service, I took it upon myself to convince the dealership to loan us one of theirs (I tried for the R8, but they weren’t feeling that brave.) So, I got to have some fun driving these and checking out some other exotics while coming through in a pinch for my boss. I call that win. So thanks to the rain, today is mellow, pleasant, relaxing and productive. But the day is only half done and there is more rain to come, so I’ll continue this tonight…
As the day went on the rain gradually increased, but never to the point of downpour. As I left my office this evening I was greeted by another nostalgic sight of the city buildings piercing the fog with a majestic glow. The unfortunate truth is that Orlando’s skyline leaves much to be desired compared to other grand old cities like Boston, New York or even a younger, smaller city like Seattle. Orlando is great, I like it here and I like a lot of things about it, but I feel like it’s more a very large, spread out town than a real city. Still, the few skyscrapers we have are relatively impressive and to see them bathed in glow of fog similar to Seattle is a treat in itself.
The evening was filled with productivity, but nothing exciting, nothing worth writing about. Except that I like the glow of puddles reflecting the lights of the city and the ripples on the surface as the raindrops penetrate them. During the day it’s reflective and meditative, at night I find it dramatic and thought-provoking. It feels like it’s foretelling things, like little whispers of what’s to come ride on each of those ripples in the darkness. If only we could listen closely enough, perhaps they would give away their secrets. But then, would we really want to know?
I will admit my disappointment as the day came to a close and the rain let up. If there’s any time I love the storms here in Orlando, it’s later at night. Thunder and Lightning can happen whenever, I love it regardless. But especially late at night, lying bed (with or without somebody there…) the sound of a downpour outside is especially soothing. “White noise” some people call it. Maybe that’s a good term for positive noise. It’s probably got some technicality I could google, and I may actually be misusing the term in regards to the sound a storm makes, but for now it makes sense. Positive noise anyway, noise that soothes and distracts just enough to relax you and allow you to drift away to much-needed sleep. But unfortunately for now the weather has passed and the all too familiar clear sky will return. It’s gorgeous of course, I’m not complaining, the exact opposite consistency of that which I grew up with on the opposite side of the country. You always want what you can’t have.
There won’t be any more rain tonight.